It hadn't been the most usual courtship. My then-fiance grew up in an overseas mission. Though he came to the United States as an adult, his parents remained at work, ministering to the underground churches of countries I dare not name in print. And so they watched (and called) from afar while my husband courted me. We had occasional conversations and my husand's aunt, in whose home we had most of our visits, no doubt had much to report as well.
Not the same as meeting in person, though. I still remember that Christmas plane trip not long after our engagement. Would they like me? Would we have much in common?
And as we made our way out of customs, I got my answer. There with flowers and a great big welcome sign stood my fiance's family, waiting for us to meet one another. The voices in the telephone had become real in the flesh to me, and the chance to connect with the wonderful people I had met from far away began in earnest.
This was written in five minutes with no editing for Five Minute Fridays over at The Gypsy Mama.