When I met hubby, he was a junior at the University of Miami and a deejay for the campus radio station. Each Sunday morning, he had a three-hour slot called, “Music With Meaning,” and he played the latest and greatest hits from Christian bands, new and old. When I started to listen to something other than the radio, I thought the only faith-based bands out there boiled down to Michael W. Smith and Amy Grant. Totally dating myself here, but I had to be honest. I’d stick the radio for inspiration.The summer I met this tall, dark, goatee-sporting fella, he drives off one day with the music in his car blasting. And all I can think is, “What does that hot guy listen to? That sounded like some fun tunes playing on his stereo.”
Then one day he offered me a ride. And I got my first nibble into his world. Of music. He was into it. All of it! And he knew a lot of bands, groups I had no idea existed. Then when, the end of that first summer together arrived, too soon, we began dating and moved into the challenging world of long distance relationships. But I’m a writer. So I had no issues dropping him a line or two… or three or four in one day. Ask his roommates. I sent him a lot of letters! I was smitten, what could I do? So I just poured my heart out on paper. All day. And all night! Continue reading
