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The Indescribable Moment when Love Begins

By on Jan 20, 2011

For it was not into my ear you whispered, but into my heart. It was not my lips you kissed, but my soul. – Judy Garland

Given the right amount of time and in the just right circumstance, love reaches a boiling point; a moment when the depth and power of love is acutely felt. Before this moment, love is still getting its legs without knowing where it’s going. But after this moment, love is launched on a course that is indescribable.

It is at this moment when the connection reaches the level when one partner knows what the other is thinking without a word being spoken. This is the moment when two heartbeats become a little more synchronized. This is the moment when both partners dare to look into the soul of the other.

And after seeing what’s inside, neither one blinks.

My indescribable moment

I have written about my love for Mary Beth often, but I have never shared the moment when I realized our love began.

After 26 years of making certain we could pay the mortgage, adjusting schedules for parent-teacher conferences and deciding which one would get the milk on the way home, my wife is still the one who owns my heart because of one single, powerful moment.

After several dates, we knew the feelings ran deep. What Mary Beth lacked, I had enough to offer. And what was missing in my life, she had plenty to give. Our unselfish exchange led to an exquisite middle where our love built its foundation.

One evening she called unexpectedly. Mary Beth wanted to come over and see me. I was surprised because our dates were typically planned. She asked for directions, but instead of replying, I asked where she was. She was using a payphone outside our favorite restaurant.

With more persistence, she asked again.

I answered by offering the name of the main street and then the side street – but with no further detail.

Sensing the awkwardness, she ended the call.

Fear settled over me. I was afraid of two things: (1) I made her angry and (2) she would try to find where I lived.

I raced to my car and drove to where I thought Mary Beth had called. Maybe she was still there, I thought. Maybe she was having dinner or waiting to see if I would come.

When I arrived, she was not there. There were no cell phones in 1984, so my best option was to drive back and call her. I called. She was not home.

Panic had now replaced the fear.

I walked outside to see if Mary Beth was trying to find me.

She found me.

Shame quickly replaced fear. When she saw me and the apartment building where I lived with my parents, I knew right away she got it. She understood why I didn’t want her to come.

Mary Beth had a beautiful house full of beautiful things. She came from affluence and I came from a two-bedroom apartment. I thought if she discovered my secret it would end the relationship.

She opened her car door and rushed toward me with the kindest, most compassionate smile I had ever seen. Without a hint of disappointment, she told me it didn’t matter where I lived. She told me what mattered was she loved me. Mary Beth told me she hoped we could share a life together, and if that happened, our home would always be a beautiful place to live.

In that moment, love arrived and my heart belonged to her forever.

The moment when love arrives is as close as we will ever get to experiencing pure love. Holding onto this memory is a good reminder on the days when we forget about love’s beautiful grace.


Mary Beth asked me to pick up the milk recently.

I was still grumbling about being asked to do the errand as I made my way through the grocery store and to the refrigerated display cases. Standing there searching for the 2% milk, I saw my reflection in the glass doors. My grim, unhappy face startled me.

The smile I promised Mary Beth just before Christmas was gone.

In that moment, it was clear I had a choice to make. I could either be resentful about the errand or I could recall the moment when love reached the boiling point which created the need to share errands, attend parent-teacher conferences and make mortgage payments in the first place.

Pulling a plastic milk jug from the case, I l checked the expiration date with indescribable delight. I felt my smile come back as I started for the checkout lane.

I reached my car and placed the grocery bag on the backseat. With sweet anticipation, I started driving. As I got closer to our house, my smile grew brighter because waiting inside was my love, my Mary Beth, who has spent the last 26 years looking into my soul without blinking– not even once.

I was home.

A special thanks to Joy Holland of Unfolding Your Path to Joy for inviting me to participate in her Blogging Week of Love campaign. Her invitation helped me express a very precious and beautiful moment for me. Thank you for this gift Joy.

The image used in this post is courtesy of Eric P. Be sure to check out Eric’s awesome photostream on Flickr.

The BridgeMaker Founder Alex Blackwell is the author of Letting Go: 25 True Stories of Peace, Hope and Surrender. Join the community to connect, share and inspire: Twitter | Facebook | More Posts

  • Aww, this was beautiful! You even gave me goosebumps. 🙂  How sweet to hear the story of you and your love. Thank you for sharing..

  • Pierre Pretorius

    Alex and friends
    Yes, this is a wonderful love story. What you say is thru. One needs to find that single ignition to fire up love. It is so easy missing it. Unfortunately, for my wife, and me we got temporally separated. I know that I love her with my whole hart. We have gone through many disappointments financially and I lost my job frequently due to economical situations here in South Africa. Obviously, being a white Afrikaans middle age man, does not contribute much good to my problem. We are really stuck getting hold of a good job for me. I do not blame any person, I made my mistakes too. These things has happened to many people before. However, this is not what I need to tell. Your love for your wife is so precious. Woman understands love differently from how we as men do. So, keep on doing those silly things, just keep on and on, on, and on, you have to keep on going my friend. You will find love you still need to discover, and when you do, you just go down on your knees and thank Jesus Christ for holding something more special than anything else in live in he’s hands for you, so that you can experience “life” real life. Today is Easter Friday. Guess who loves your to and had to do a “silly” thing to bring love for you, your wife und all your love ones. Jesus give every thing possible managing, he did not only have you food, but everlasting life. I was supposed to go to hell and now I am ready to meet Him today will He come to take me. Nothing on earth is a greater gift than this. In the meantime, I trust in Him for my wife and me. He is going to mend our so terrible broken hearts, and when he does, you will here the love story. Glory to God. Hallelujah!
    To all of you, have a great Easter weekend. Jesus did not only die on the cross, more important is that he stood up and that is what I believe in.
    He knows your name and knows who you are.
    Psalm 139

  • For me Jonathan, that was the moment my life started!

  • This is a very sweet post. I always like finding out how people end up falling in love. Every time I visit my parents and my dad tries to lecture me, I always interrupt him and ask him, “How did you meet mama.”

    Stops him in his tracks every time and he’s left to dreams of sugar plums and radiant light stretched across meadows. It’s actually kind of cute.

  • Therese, thanks for sharing your love story, too. It seems like you make your marriage a priority as well. When that happens, we don’t have to be perfect in the marriage; we just have to appreciate every moment of it.

    Great seeing you here!