Right Place. Right Time.

Prompt: Share about being in just the right place at just the right time.

I'm willing to bet most people would think of a specific event that happened in a split second, attributing it to some semblance of luck or fate.

I can think of a lot of those times. But there's a different kind of time/place event that is more important to me.

In the fall of 2010 I was just starting to put the pieces of myself back together. I was damaged from a relationship that had ended the previous October, and I was just regaining myself. I was led to Cedar City, and felt like I needed to stay there. I couldn't use my degree, so I decided to go back for a second bachelor's degree that I could use. I only needed one more creative writing class, and I was able to get into the only section.

About the end of October I started having the strongest desire to get to know the man I referred to as "the bearded fellow" in my class. I started noticing him outside of class. My friends told me to approach him. I was nervous. What if things didn't go well? What if I didn't like him? So I set a personal deadline. If he didn't ask me out by the end of the semester I'd ask him.

Two weeks later he asked me on a date. I had this sense that if we actually went on the date we'd get married. Of course I didn't tell him that!

I must say, I wasn't wrong.

I've been married to my best friend for 455 days. We moved to Korea. We adopted a dog. We moved back to the USA. We've laughed, we've cried, we've read a lot, and we've loved. We've loved through it all.

Had it been left up to me in the fall of 2010 I would not have picked Cedar. And I couldn't have been more wrong. He was made for me, and I couldn't be happier.