I met my husband right around this time of year 17 years ago at my previous job. Well, let me correct that: I SAW my husband for the first time right around this time 17 years ago. When I first saw him, I told my coworker, “I’m going to marry that guy.” My coworker replied, “Yeah, okay. You’re being crazy as usual.” Again, I said this without having said one word to this man & I didn’t even know his name because he was a new employee! Eventually, we were both invited by another mutual coworker/friend to a group lunch. That group lunch was super awkward & uncomfortable because I really LOVED this man & he had no idea, lol. I sat there quietly. If I said two words it was a lot. At this rate I was thinking to myself, “If I’m going to marry this guy, something’s gotta give. You have to talk, girl!” Well, weeks went by & every time he’d walk by my side of the office my coworker would laugh at me & say “You’re still gonna marry him without talking to him?” I’d say, “Yup.” It was straight out of a romantic comedy. Then that one fateful Monday morning right around March came along & we bumped into one another in the elevator at work. From there, he emailed me to tell me that I looked beautiful & I of course high-fived myself at my desk like “Yes!”. A red rose on my desk the following morning led to our first date a few days later. A year later, we got married & my coworker was there to witness it. I still can’t explain how my heart knew that he was the one. It was one of the strangest things that have ever happened to me. It hasn’t been all sunshine & roses, but it has been quite a journey; a journey that has taught me a great deal especially about what willing hearts are able to overcome & accomplish together. 17 years later & now I don’t shut up.