Your Love Story
Ladies, does your mom know that you first saw each other in a bar and your friends all warned you to stay away from him because "he's trouble"? Do your friends know that he used to write poems and email them to you from Iraq? How many of your friends and family know that your best man and maid of honor were accomplices, secretly helping your fiance plan and execute his proposal to you?
Grooms, does your father know that he inspired you? That he taught you how to treat a woman with love and respect? Did your friends tease you unmercifully when you looked at that incredibly gorgeous girl and said, "I'm going to marry her?"
Diana will take your memories and weave them into a tale of romance that will have your family and friends crying, laughing, and nodding their heads in agreement as they hear the journey of your love from the moment you first met to your wedding day. It reaffirms everything that brought you to that moment when you said, "I do." And don't worry guys, she won't say anything that will embarrass you...at least not without your approval. 
"Scott and Diana - Thank you so much for making our wedding day so special. We had so many compliments, and it wouldn't have run so smoothly without you. We'd be happy to recommend you to anyone. Thank you so much for sending us the Love Story, it was one of our favoriate parts. Thanks again." Sam & Melissa Brown.
Sample Love Story
Scott and Diana’s Love Story
The living room was wall to wall people. Many sitting on the floor or leaning against a wall for support. Outside the February night air was silent; listening, knowing that inside, something special was about to happen.
Inside, voices bounced back and forth across the room as three dozen people made plans for Star Fest, a science fiction convention to be held in Denver that March. Scott McKinney was the sound technician for the convention, had been for ten years. He stood in one corner listening to the group with one ear and to the man next to him with the other. The man was talking about some girl across the room. Scott glanced in her direction.
It was the smile she noticed; a friendly face in a room full of strangers. He faintly resembled “Weird Al” Yankovic with his dark curly hair, glasses, and mustache. Diana Roberts turned her attention back to the discussion. This was her first time as a Star Fest volunteer and she didn’t want to miss anything. And yet, her eyes kept wandering back to his face.
Scott and BJ continued to talk about her. They didn’t know her name, but that didn’t really matter. They were in their twenties and in the soft glow of the table lamp she looked young enough to be jail bait.
Throughout the evening Scott and Diana glanced at each other; quickly looking another direction if the other person was looking at them. If the night had a theme song it would have been Some Enchanted Evening.
A month later everyone was busy preparing for the convention. Diana received her instructions. She was on security detail to verify that anyone entering the Main Event Room had the proper convention badge. She quickly found the room and entered to find that at the moment it only had two other occupants. “Weird Al” and someone she recognized as Mike.
Mike and Scott were stringing cables for the sound system and talking about their love lives, or lack thereof. Scott noticed the girl, but didn’t have time to strike up a conversation. He had a lot of work to get done before 5000 people walked into the room and expected to hear the guest speakers without any glitches in the sound system.
The weekend passed by in a whirl. By Sunday night Scott and Diana had learned each other’s names. The volunteers all gathered together to congratulate each other on another successful convention as they shared soda and pizza. Scott wasn’t there yet. He still had miles of cable to gather up and put away. It was then that Diana asked a few casual questions to learn more about him. When he finally arrived he grabbed a slice of pizza and began chatting with his sister and her husband, apparently oblivious to anyone else in the room. And yet, he knew she was there. And now that they were in a room filled with bright lights he could see that she probably wasn’t jail bait after all. The question was, now what?
Scott didn’t have long to wait for the answer to his question. He answered the telephone. It was Diana. She had tickets to a Nuggets –Mavericks basketball game on April 17 and would he be interested in going? He was nervous. What if they didn’t hit it off? They would be stuck at the ball game for hours and have nothing to talk about. He tried to think of a way to give her an easy out and began talking about how the last time he was at a basketball game he sat in the nosebleed section.
“Oh God,” Diana thought. “He’s going to turn me down.” Her mind worked furiously. She didn’t want to be rejected. The solution was easy. She had received the tickets to the game from her brother on one condition; she had to take his sons with her. Quickly Diana interrupted Scott to let him know about the boys.
“Well now, that’s different,” thought Scott. “If he and Diana couldn’t find anything to talk about he could talk to the boys.” He paused a moment before telling her, “Yes, he would love to go.”
Diana picked up her nephews Dave and Nick in Loveland and drove down to Longmont where Scott lived. They all piled into his Trans Am for the trip to Denver. The boys immediately discovered that they could write their names in the dust on the speakers mounted in the back deck of the car. Diana was upset. Couldn’t the boys see that she was trying to impress this guy? Scott was just hoping they wouldn’t put their fingers through the speakers.
Everything went well at the game. The Nuggets won and Scott and Diana actually found plenty to talk about. When they arrived back in Longmont Scott asked if Diana and the boys would like to have some dessert at his parent’s house. With a little trepidation Diana agreed. I mean, who meets a guy’s parents on the first date? The cake was delicious and Fran and Bonnie were very nice people. If only Dave and Nick had behaved. Dave had jumped on the couch and promptly tucked his feet underneath himself. Nick grabbed one of the crocheted pillows and began swinging it in a large arc. Horrified, Diana told Nick to put the pillow down. Standing next to her, Bonnie calmly said, “Oh, don’t worry about it, boys will be boys.” Diana knew that she and Scott would never have another date.
Scott knew otherwise. He thought she was pretty cool. He liked her, she was cute, and they did have things they could talk about. On Tuesday he called and asked her to dinner at Gashos of Japan. They enjoyed a relaxing meal and then went back to her apartment where they chatted into the night. Neither of them noticed the time passing by so quickly. They talked about science fiction, their families, books, movies, the list seemed endless. Suddenly Diana realized that the sun was coming through her kitchen window. She had to work that day and shooed Scott out the door so she could get at least a few hours of sleep. As he drove home Scott was quietly thinking. He couldn’t believe he had finally met a girl that he was so comfortable with. Their families were different and yet a lot alike. They had actually carried on a conversation the entire night with no awkward pauses. Scott knew there was something special between him and Diana. He also knew that he would have to tell her about his cancer.
On Wednesday he took her to see Beetlejuice. After the movie they went back to his place and stood in the cool evening air. It was time. He tried as casually as possible to let Diana know that he had cancer when he was 14 and because of it would not be able to father children. Diana was silent. All her life she had dreamed of having a three story house in the country, raising Arabians, and sharing her home with her husband, six or seven kids, and a Collie. She had finally met a man she thought could share that dream with her and now this. They both knew this was something that Diana would have to think about long and hard.
As the evening came to a close they shared their first kiss. A kiss that Scott would later describe as “playing tonsil hockey”.
They continued to date; seeing movies like Big, Who Framed Roger Rabbit, and Die Hard. They also both loved old TV shows. One evening they were reminiscing about Hogan’s Heroes; recalling the names of the actors and their characters. They remembered them all except Richard Dawson’s character. They each went home that night defeated. They simply couldn’t remember the name.
A sharp ringing noise pierced that air and abruptly woke Diana from a sound sleep. The clock by her bed said 1:00 AM. She picked up the phone to hear a voice enthusiastically shout, “Newkirk!” “That’s nice,” she said and hung up the phone. She wasn’t mad, just tired. And that is when Diana knew she was in love with Scott McKinney.
Mid July rolled around and Scott called Diana at work to ask if he could take her to lunch. They agreed on a time and decided to eat at the food court in the mall where she worked. Her store was at one end of the mall and the food court at the other. As they began their long walk Scott casually asked Diana what she thought of Larry as a best man. “A best man for what?” she replied. He remained silent. Diana knew that Larry was Scott’s very best friend. Her mind raced. She could think of only one thing that could require a best man. But, they had never even discussed marriage. Or even hinted at it. Yet, she knew that is what he was talking about. Just as casually as he had asked she replied, “That would be fine.” And so their fate was sealed.
Today, six weeks later, we have come together to share in Scott and Diana’s wedding on this beautiful sunny August day. This morning Diana was a basket case. So much still needed to be done and time was running out. You may have noticed that Diana was 20 minutes late to the wedding. Why do you suppose that was? Let’s ask her.
“I had just had my 34th birthday back in January. I was complaining to my mom about being so old and never having been married and with no prospects in sight. She told me, “There are worse things in life than being happily single. One of them is being miserably married.” It changed my whole outlook. I was no longer looking for Mr. Right when suddenly a month later he fell into my lap, all because of a science fiction convention. I can’t believe my luck. Here I am six months later marrying a man who makes me laugh. And I didn’t have everything done yet. When my sister started putting on my makeup this morning I just lost it. I started crying and yelling and crying some more. It was just what I needed to get rid of all the tension I had been feeling, but now Sherri and I had to wash my face and start all over again.
Scott is not the man of my dreams. He is not incredibly wealthy, and he will never be on the cover of GQ. But his smile just makes me feel all warm and loved inside. We are so comfortable with each other. I can’t explain how I feel when we are together. I only know that truly, for better or for worse, he will always be a part of my life. We are a match made in heaven.”
And why is Diana the perfect woman for Scott?
“She makes me laugh. She fills in where I’m weakest. She is the ying to my yang. She lifts me when I’m down and keeps me on track when I wander. Her cute little nose and the gleam in her eyes. She gives good hugs. In many ways she is like me and in many others, she’s opposite. She’s feisty and fiery. She’s a great kisser.
I love her for all these things and more.”
Family and Friends, it is my pleasure to introduce Scott and Diana as the celebrate their marriage with a bridal dance.