When You Know Love is Right


When you know love is right.

The summer of 1981 was a turning point in my life. I had just graduated from high school. I was attending a going away party, for a foreign exchange student, at a local pizza shop. My high school was rather large, there were more than 2500 students. It was difficult to know everyone, but at that party I met “The One”. The one who would change my life for the better. She was a petite brunette with a beautiful smile and an energy that could power a city. She was soon to be a senior at our high school. I thought to myself, “how could I have missed this incredible female these last three years of school?” As we started to talk I fell hard. She was charmingly funny. She removed a paper mustache from her nose and handed it to me. The mustache was an advertisement for the pizza shop. As quickly as she had entered my life she was gone. I sat stunned just thinking about her.

Six months passed before I got up the nerve to ask her out. We went out a few times, but nothing serious for her. I still felt that she was the one. She had plans to follow her dreams and live on a beach far away. We parted ways.

The summer of 1985 our paths crossed. While at a four way stop sign she passed in front of my truck. I saw her, but it didn’t sink in until I had traveled about a mile in the opposite direction. I turned my truck around and started driving. I made two random turns and there she was, the beautiful girl I had met four summers before. We talked for a couple of minutes and then went our separate ways. I told myself this time was different. The next day I sent her a dozen yellow roses. We started dating. Six months later we were engaged. Two months after that we were married. Who knew what a simple paper mustache would mean to a young man.

Some 20 years later we were eating dinner at my parent’s house. I began to tell the story of the mustache and our chance meeting back in 1981. I pulled the mustache out of my wallet. This was the first time my wife had seen or heard the story of the paper mustache. I have carried this mustache since the summer of 1981 because I knew our love was right.

                                                 


My love for Newfoundland has some parallels. The connection with a mutual spirit of kindness and love, when you know love is right.

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