Love stories have always been my favorite. Especially the stories that aren’t stories at all. It tickles me to listen to other people’s love stories. It encourages me to know love finds people, whether it’s late in life like my client Meredith who found a beau at 70. Or whether they found it thirty-three years ago, like Linda and Fernando.
Linda told me about how she and Fernando found each other as we floated on the intercoastal waterway. The sun was a slowly sinking red ball as she told me about how she met Fernando when her son was ten years old. She’d been divorced since he was two. She dated but she didn’t introduce men to her son. She swore she’d never be married again.
There was something different about Fernando. They met at a party. By the time she realized he was a younger man, it was too late. They were smitten with each other.
Linda had been dating another man for about three years when she met Fernando. It didn’t take her long to realize Fernando was the one. She says that other fella told her he’d never been dumped so fast in his life.
Fernando is half Cuban and half Colombian. Linda is West Virginia country girl. Fernando is younger and had never been married. Linda was a divorcee with a child.
His family didn’t want him to marry her because she was a Gringa. Her family didn’t want her to marry him because he was Latino.
In spite of that, they’ve been married thirty-three years now. They have two beautiful daughters. Fernando has been a father to Linda’s son.
Fernando is quiet and exact. An architect by trade and personality. Linda is vivacious and outgoing.
They are a testament to the saying that opposites attract.
As the sun set, we looked toward the back of the boat, admiring her handsome man.
“He’s a pretty good catch,” she commented.
I wholeheartedly agree.
Question: Have you found your Fernando yet? Did he sneak in when you least suspected it?