Once upon a time, a young woman went to a bar on post, because it was the only bar she could get into at 20 years old. While there, she met a young man, stationed far away from home. Before she left, she gave him her phone number on the back of her boss's bank deposit slip. 7 months later, those two were married. And 37 years later, they're still married.
Why is this my favorite love story? Because that young woman is my mom, and the young man is my dad. She grew up in the same area we all live now, while he had been stationed at Fort Lewis (currently known as JBLM) when they met. 37 years, two kids, and (now!) three grandkids later, they're still in love.