Please note: All of this was written a couple of years ago. We should add to this story soon...

There was a girl with wonderful hair and high cheek bones reading on a couch at school. She was bright and funny and beautiful and so leery of seminarians. Little did she know that, lurking in the library basement below her couch, a seminarian was hard at work preparing a sermon about signs from God.

Theirs is a story of meeting and morphing and marrying.

Drew's Perspective:

I had been working on a sermon in the dim and dank basement of the library for over an hour when the ideas began to take on the dimness and dankness of my surroundings. So I decided to head upstairs where there are windows for walls and the sun pours in to warm things and brighten things and, hopefully, to shed some light on things.

I found a comfortable chair and began to work.  The warmth came from the sunbeam, the brightness came from a girl sitting on the couch to my right. She was reading and she was pretty. We sat silently for some time until she finally threw her book down, fell on her knees next to my chair and exclaimed, "The silence ends now! I can pretend no longer! The dam has broken and I am swept away! We were made for each other, can't you see it? Marry me you fool, marry me!"**

** Except for the part that says, "We sat silently for some time," this sentence is not true.

 Drew's Guess at Leah's Perspective:

Having just moved to the seminary, and just started a new class, I was still getting acclimated to everything. The world felt new and strange and exciting and, although I never let on, it also felt a bit scary. I felt good about jumping with both feet into something wholly new and promising. Graduate school...graduate school. It took me a while to associate it with my self...I was in graduate school. It gave me a feeling of strength and hope...and a fierce independence.

But the mundane has a way of reminding us who we are and when I was attacked by a heard or a flock or a gaggle of fleas right down the hall from my new room, I suddenly began to wonder what I had gotten myself into. But I was undeterred so I went downstairs into the lounge and sat on a couch to read. It was mostly cloudy outside, but sitting next to the floor-to-ceiling windows was nice because even though it was a bit drab out, at least I had a good view of the trees and grass and flowers.

After I had been reading for a bit, a guy came and sat on a chair next to me. Neither of us said anything, which was good because I was not interested in flicking one more flea to the ground. But soon, someone walked by who happened to know us both. I began telling her about the dreadful flea attack and I even plopped my flea-bitten polka-dotted legs up on the coffee table to show her. At this point, the guy sitting next to me seemed to wake up. He entered the conversation and made some witty remarks and once our friend left, we continued to chat for a bit. Then I finished reading and he finished his work and we had to leave. I did not recall his name.