For eight highly-rated seasons, Josh Radnor has had viewers in stitches as he recounts to his future children how he fell for their mom in the CBS sitcom, How I Met Your Mother. This Valentine’s Day, Neighbors asked readers to tell us how they met their significant other — which could be someone’s mother, father, friend or other.
We loved your stories about still sharing flowers and chocolates after nearly 40 years of wedded bliss, about falling in love in your 20s and 80s, and of love at first sight.
To read more submissions, visit www.miamiherald.com.
Here are some of our favorites.
Get me to the
church on time
Sporting a David Hasselhoff hairdo, and a Member’s Only jacket that matched his Pontiac Firebird, my husband was a babe-magnet!
We reunited at the scene of our childhood, and the days of his powdered blue leisure suits, at our church, Kendall United Methodist. I was back from college and he was a ‘law dude’ at UM. Both of us had been encouraged to perform at a choir program. My husband had been a year ahead of me in school and our church youth group was quite large, so it was no surprise when the first question he asked me was, “Who was that guy you were always with in high school?”
George looked astonished when I told him that boy was my brother. Our church members conspired to lead us to the altar by enlisting us in Sunday School class that met in the bride’s room. A wedding — that George might have missed in his rush to get to the church, save a very helpful police officer who found out he was actually the groom — has led to 20 years of marriage and three wonderful children.
He is my best friend, and I am living my love story!
Melissa Walton Riemer, Kendall
“Female Copilot Wanted. Must like interstate travel and be able to read maps.”
That was the sign that John had planned to put in the window of his motor home. I e-mailed him back, “Don’t put the sign in the window. I can read maps and love interstate travel.”
John and I had met in 1979 when he was a professor and I was a new instructor in the Aviation Department at Miami-Dade Community College. We worked together on many flying projects and kept in touch as we moved farther apart. As time went by I took a job at Broward Community College and he and his wife retired and moved to Valkaria in east Central Florida.
About eight months after John’s wife died he sent me the e-mail about needing a co-pilot. Our e-mails and phone calls bridging the 170 miles between us became more frequent and personal. On November 30, 2002 I borrowed a Cessna 152 (a two-seater airplane) and flew to Valkaria Airport. He took me to lunch and our professional respect blossomed into love. We have been loving each other and enjoying our travels by land and air ever since.
Ursula Davidson, Miami
Love is in the air
It took me 47 years to meet that special someone, but traveling home from Kansas City to Miami in 2008, my plane got delayed for several hours while I connected through Chicago. As I stood near the gate waiting to hear information about how many hours the delay would be, I noticed this attractive woman a few steps away doing the same. We engaged in some small talk about the flight delay. Little did either of us know the love connection that was beginning.