When I have the misfortune/great joy (in that order) of having kids, they will ask me "Papa. How did you meet Mama?" (some reason I have French kids...I don't know. Just go with it.)
Anyway, I shall take them on my knee and say “My children. My precious Babushkas.” (I have poor understanding of Russian) “Let me tell you the story. And, for added fun, I shall do it in six words.”
How I Met Your Mother
She stole my heart and wallet.
Please note the ramble is 13 times longer than the story. Funny that. (It's really not.)
Anyway, Orwell is famous for his six word story “For sale: baby shoes, never worn."
This was mine for a challenge.