My husband and I met when we were set up on a blind date by a mutual friend. I had just ended a relationship and was really in no mood for romance, but my friend insisted I needed to meet this guy, Dillon. So I went, begrudgingly, not expecting to have a good time at all.
We picked Dillon up, and I was caught off-guard by how ... attracted I was to him. As the night continued on and we began to converse, it became apparent to me that he was as beautiful on the inside as he was to look at. I noticed right away he had kind eyes, the type that really SEE you, you know? The type that show their owner is listening and caring about you.
Our conversation came so easily and naturally. It was as if we'd known each other forever. I wondered if our spirits were familiar with one another and had been connected before this life. I'd just never felt anything so sincere and real with another person before. I was falling in love.
At the end of that night, I felt full of light and energy. I no longer felt the heavy pain of a failed relationship, but a new sense of hope and excitement.
As I knelt at my bedside to say my prayer, the thought occurred to me I should ask God if this man was my future husband. My heart leapt at the though, thrilled but also incredibly nervous. I was 17 years old. I was in no way ready for marriage!
But, I asked anyway. And God's answer was loud and clear: he was the one. I was not to let him get away. There was a lot I had yet to learn about this man, but he was made for me and I for him. My heart knew it was true. I couldn't deny it.
I later found out when Dillon got home that night, he told his older brother he thought he'd met his future wife.