Guest Blog by Jennifer Johnson "Do You Believe in Love at First Sight?"

Bio

JENNIFER JOHNSON and the world's most supportive redhead are happily married and raising the three cutest girls on the planet. Jennifer is a 6^th grade language arts teacher in Lawrenceburg, Kentucky. (Pray for her.) She is also a member of American Christian Fiction Writers. Jennifer loves to read, write, and teach. She also likes to shop with her daughters- much to her husband’s chagrin. Blessed beyond measure by her heavenly Father, Jennifer hopes to always think like a child - bigger than she can imagine and with complete faith. You can reach her at jenwrites4god@bellsouth.net or check out her website at www.jennifercollinsjohnson.com.

Blurb

How many of you believe in love at first sight? When you read about it in a book or watch it on a movie, do you think, “please, that never happens.” Guess what, it does!

The year was 1988. I was cheering in the very first football game in a brand new school. I thought I knew pretty much everyone. I mean, I’d gone to middle school and high school with my classmates. The only reason for the new school was overpopulation at the old one. Essentially, they just split us all up.

Well, like I said, I was cheering for my brand new team. Boy, I loved cheerleading. I was giving it all I had when suddenly one of our football players was hit in the back after the whistle. Our guy gets the breath knocked out of him, but he stands up, walks to the bench and kinda plops down on the side of it. He takes his helmet off, and I notice his red hair.

“Who’s that?” I asked one of my cheerleader friends.

“Albert Johnson.”

There was something about him. I don’t know how to explain it. I didn’t even get a good look at his face. I just knew and even said, “I’m going to marry him.”

And you guessed it, I did. Poor guy didn’t stand a chance. He and I had the same Spanish class. I’d send him little notes with footballs and pom poms drawn on them telling him what a great game he’d had. (He was our amazing quarterback.) It took a couple weeks, but he finally found out who the chick was sending him all those goofy letters. I found out later he thought I was a bit immature, but that I’d probably be fun to be around, so he asked me on a date.

I was crazy about him. C-R-A-Z-Y!

Twenty-three years of marriage later…I still am. I suppose we’ve both gained a few pounds. He’s lost a little hair. We’ve birthed and almost finished raising three girls. He put me through college and sent me to writing conferences. Our relationship started with me being his cheerleader. In life, he’s been mine.

Do I believe in love at first sight? Does it last? Well, I’d have to say I do, and it does. Of course, there is one key ingredient. Can you guess it? Jesus! He’s the key. Jesus!