Lesson 2: Soulmates Are Real

            Alright, alright. Once again, you were right. I’m sure you’re laughing at me admitting this right now – but turns out, soulmates are real. Go figure.

            I haven’t exactly been a romantic for a while now. Sappy PDA couples annoy me. I can’t watch a romantic comedy without pretending to throw up in my popcorn. And songs about love usually make me sing like a deaf cat just to annoy the love-struck friends that happen to be listening with me. I am not shy to tell guys that try to date me that I won’t be the girl to fall in love with them, or flat out that I’m not interested. I’m the girl that says that true love isn’t real. Or, I was.

            When you died, I started thinking. A lot. Even more than usual. And I realized something really important – you and Mom were soulmates. Real life soulmates. You may not have been together for 50 years. You didn’t meet in kindergarten and spend every day by each others sides since then. But you met in difficult circumstances, stayed together through them, and came out the other side just as in love as you were day 1.

            Y’all weren’t perfect. No couple is. But through everything, I never heard you say that you were getting a divorce. You never stormed out of the house mad. And you always said I love you. You treated Mom like the queen she is – and that’s true love.

“Love is patient, love is kind. It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud. It does not dishonor others, it is not self-seeking, it is not easily angered, it keeps no record of wrongs. Love does not delight in evil but rejoices with the truth. It always protects, always trusts, always hopes, always perseveres.”

1 Corinthians 13:4-7

            So now, I believe again. One day, I’ll marry my soulmate. And I truly hope I’ll be able to say that we have a love like y’all did. Because I know you wouldn’t let me settle for any less.

Love, Bubba