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Stories of True Love




I met a wonderful man
on the internet on my birthday in 1999
from the onelist group WPVPals.
The owner Bill sends out emails telling
all of us someone is having a birthday.
I didn't really think anything of it when
were emailing each other from that day.
But in time he became the most
important person in my life.
His name is Lisle, pronounced Lyle.
I knew that right away,
for if you take the car off of Carlisle, you get Lyle.
But others in our group thought that it was Leslie,
and that he was a girl.
Our first conversation was him asking me why
I didn't have Cypress Gardens on my webpage.
I answered him very honestly that I was not into tourist spots,
due to living here in central Florida all my life,
but more into natural type parks and springs.

I didn't mind helping people
so I helped him do some webpage work.
I also made him a banner
to link his page on his email.
He was new to html and appreciated my help.
He was always polite and never showed any disrespect.

I must admit that I was impressed with
his interest in earth and wildlife issues.

In March, 1999 I took a big step in my life
to end a marriage that I was not happy in.
It wasn't until I took this step
to spread my wings and face whatever would happen,
I realized that true happiness could begin.
My ex moved out on Sept. 20th.
I was alone for three days with thoughts
of what would happen to me
and where would I move to.
I knew that I would be alright
with God by my side, and so
I started taking one day at a time.

I had a lot on my mind with the change.
Then on the fourth day alone
I received an email from Lisle.
Some of the girls in the group knew what was going
on with my life, and they posted some nice pages
of encouragement for me. Then Lisle found out that my husband and I had separated,
he then reached out to me with a letter and offered his friendship.
Also a shoulder to lean on and a ear for listening
and told me that he would be
there for me anytime I needed a friend.
That meant a lot to me and it started us talking more.
That's when we started to grow really close.
I felt as though I had been sent
an angel from up above.
We then exchanged phone numbers
and he called me nightly.
Our conversations revealed to me that we
had so much in common that it was as if we were destined to meet.
I felt love for this man before I met him.

I really did feel like I knew more about
him and felt more for him then anyone ever before.
I didn't want to meet him until the divorce papers were filed.
They had been drawn up, and I was
waiting for my ex to file them,
and to have a date set that would make it final.
I was scared to let him see me
for I felt my weight would turn him away.
Then after talking with him, and finding
out that he accepted all my faults
as I accepted his, I realized that
life is far to short to put
off something that was just so clear
to being the right thing to do.
My friends Linda and Nelly made me realize that
living shouldn't be put on hold.
I then agreed to go and meet him.
What did I have to lose!
I was very nervous at first, but then
his smile and THOSE EYES warmed my heart fast.
I knew within ten minutes that I
was falling for him hard.
He has the eyes of Jesus to a child, and
his gentle nature follows closely behind.
His arms just felt right around me
and for the first time in my life
I can honestly say that I felt complete.

I moved to Lakeland to be close to him,
and before long we knew that we were meant to be together forever.
We are blessed to have found each other.
I know that he is the love of my life.
And he has told me he feels the same.
I also know without a shadow of a doubt
that God created him for me, and I for him.
We were married on February 1 of 2001
on the Regal Empress cruise ship.
Then set sail for a three night cruise
to Key West for the honeymoon of a life.
My love page has been completed now,
because I can honestly say that I found my soul mate.
I know what it feels like to have true love.
Everything we do together will be cherished and never taken for granted.
Yes we met on the internet!
So never say never.
It could happen to you!!



Click here to see my letter from Lisle

Click here to see our wedding plans.

Click here to see our wedding photos.

Click here to see my page to Lisle


Our Engagement Night




Lisle is a wonderful man
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to go visit his pages!



What is love?
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SOULMATE


A soul mate is someone who has locks that fit our keys, and keys to fit our locks.

When we feel safe enough to open the locks, our truest selves step out and we can be completely and honestly who we are; we can be loved for who we are and not for who we're pretending to be.

Each unveils the best part of the other. No matter what else goes wrong around us, with that one person we're safe in our own paradise.

Our soul mate is someone who shares our deepest longings, our sense of direction.

When we're two balloons, and together our direction is up, chances are we've found the right person.

Our soul mate is the one who makes life come to life.

~Author~
Richard Bach
My Lisle matches all of these for me!






There is no fear in love; but perfect love casteth out fear.
--The Bible

If you judge someone, you have no time to love them.
--Mother Teresa

Set me as a seal upon thy heart, as a seal upon thine arm: for love is strong as death.
--The Bible

Love is a canvas furnished by Nature and embroidered by imagination.
--Voltaire

If there is anything better than to be loved it is loving.
--Anonymous

Life has taught us that love does not consist in gazing at each other but in looking outward together in the same direction.
-Antoine de Saint-Exupery

One word frees us of all the weight and pain in life. That word is love.
-Sophocles






This story was sent to me

A Shmily for You

My grandparents were married for over half a century, and played their own special game from the time they had met each other. The goal of their game was to write the word "shmily" in a surprise place for the other to find. They took turns leaving "shmily" around the house, and as soon as one of them discovered it, it was their turn to hide it once more. They dragged "shmily" with their fingers through the sugar and flour containers to await whoever was preparing the next meal. They smeared it in the dew on the windows overlooking the patio where my grandma always fed us warm, homemade pudding with blue food coloring. "Shmily" was written in the steam left on the mirror after a hot shower, where it would reappear bath after bath. At one point, my grandmother even unrolled an entire roll of toilet paper to leave "shmily" on the very last sheet. There was no end to the places "shmily" would pop up. Little notes with "shmily" scribbled hurriedly were found on dashboards and car seats, or taped to steering wheels. The notes were stuffed inside shoes and left under pillows. "Shmily" was written in the dust upon the mantel and traced in the ashes of the fireplace. This mysterious word was as much a part of my grandparents' house as the furniture. It took me a long time before I was able to fully appreciate my grandparents' game. Skepticism has kept me from believing in true love-one that is pure and enduring. However, I never doubted my grandparents' relationship. They had love down pat. It was more than their flirtatious little games; it was a way of life. Their relationship was based on a devotion and passionate affection which not everyone is lucky experience. Grandma and Grandpa held hands every chance they could. They stole kisses as they bumped into each other in their tiny kitchen. They finished each other's sentences and shared the daily crossword puzzle and word jumble. My grandma whispered to me about how cute my grandpa was, how handsome and old he had grown to be. She claimed that she really knew "how to pick 'em." Before every meal they bowed their heads and gave thanks, marveling at their blessings: a wonderful family, good fortune, and each other. But there was a dark cloud in my grandparents' life: my grandmother had breast cancer. The disease had first appeared ten years earlier. As always, Grandpa was with her every step of the way. He comforted her in their yellow room, painted that way so that she could always be surrounded by sunshine, even when she was too sick to go outside. Now the cancer was again attacking her body. With the help of a cane and my grandfather's steady hand, they went to church every morning. But my grandmother grew steadily weaker until, finally, she could not leave the house anymore. For a while, Grandpa would go to church alone, praying to God to watch over his wife. Then one day, what we all dreaded finally happened. Grandma was gone. "Shmily." It was scrawled in yellow on the pink ribbons of my grandmother's funeral bouquet. As the crowd thinned and the last mourners turned to leave, my aunts, uncles, cousins and other family members came forward and gathered around Grandma one last time. Grandpa stepped up to my grandmother's casket and, taking a shaky breath, he began to sing to her. Through his tears and grief, the song came, a deep and throaty lullaby. Shaking with my own sorrow, I will never forget that moment. For I knew that, although I couldn't begin to fathom the depth of their love, I had been privileged to witness its unmatched beauty. S-h-m-i-l-y: See How Much I Love You. Thank you, Grandma and Grandpa, for letting me see.




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