Fortunate Happenstance or Pleasant Surprise

If you asked Paul what he was looking for when he started talking to me, I doubt he would say “the next great love of my life.”  When I started talking to Paul, it never entered my mind that this guy could be my husband.  

I can tell you that my judgement was very clouded the first day we met in person.  I had been on a girls weekend for 3 days, had a blast and thought about Paul the entire time.  Coming off of the high from that, on a whim I asked Paul to come over that night (a Sunday) so we could meet.  Before I could back out or make excuses not to, he said yes.  

My kids were home, which wasn’t the ideal situation.  I definitely didn’t want them meeting Paul.  So, Paul didn’t come over until late after I had put the kids to bed.  

I remember sitting on the couch looking out my big picture window, waiting for him to arrive.  A stomach full of nerves and wondering if I’d made the right choice.  When he got there, stepped out of his car… I remember my first thought was that he looked like a baby.  

He had a clean shaven face, which still does make him look so young. He was wearing a green tigers t-shirt, khaki shorts and some old white Nikes.  I was wearing a t-shirt and yoga pants.  Lol, clearly not dressing to impress.  

I opened up the door before he could knock or ring the doorbell, so that it didn’t disturb the kids who were sleeping.  Greeted by a big smile and a perfect first kiss.  Yes, we kissed and then said “hi”.  Paul stayed at my house for a few hours.  When he arrived that night I didn’t know if I would ever see him again, when he left that night I knew there was no way that I couldn’t.  

He came over the next night after work.  Then on Tuesday too.  We spoke every single day after the day we met. There was an immediate connection while talking through text and over the phone, that connection was even more amazing in person.  I was never nervous or uncomfortable.  It always felt so natural, like we were exactly where we were supposed to be.


Published by Making Time For Me

Wife, Mother, Step Mom, Control Freak. 7 years into my second marriage and dedicated to making my home a chemical free safe haven <3

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