Bowling!

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We love to go bowling. It makes sense. I like to say that bowling is how Greg and I fell in love.

It was my first year of teaching and the district where I taught had a district bowling league. Each Friday, folks from across the district would converge on a local bowling alley to spend the next few hours.

I loved everything about it. The camaraderie. The friendships. The laughter. The fried mushrooms.

We were called the Q2PT2s. The cutie-patooties. There were four of us and we loved, loved to have fun. And it was there that I really started to get to know Greg, my future husband. We'd flirt. We'd talk. We'd have actual conversations.

I found out later that my grandparents fell in love during a bowling league, so it really feels like it's meant to be.

Now. 15 years later, we still love to bowl. We go in spurts: sometimes we go with friends, sometimes just the two of us. But every time we do it, I remember those early days of our romance and how exciting it was to be getting to know this awesome man. Now that he's my husband, I think about how awesome it is to get to be  partner if life. Especially when I can almost beat him (I never actually beat him. Except for that one time, when his student who worked at the bowling alley might have had a little something to do with it.).