A Love That Was Meant to Be

When my kids were little, they used to love hearing the story of how my husband and I met. I told them we were in kindergarten and we were having lunch in the sandbox. Instead of pulling my hair to get my attention, he dropped my peanut butter and jelly sandwich into the sand. Our eyes met. It has been true love ever since.

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They thought that was hysterical, and despite the fact my hubby and I are four years apart, they never doubted for a minute that it was true until years later. Rather than tell them we were set up on a blind date by my brother, I thought I’d have a little fun, besides it really does feel like we’ve grown up together.

If I trace back the events that finally led to our first meeting, it is amazing to discover than our paths crossed many times before we were ever formally introduced. When we were children, our parents ate at the same restaurant every Saturday night. On Sundays, we both went to the same Hungarian restaurant and waited for what seemed like hours for a table. It’s possible that we even sat next to each other in the small waiting area, while complaining how long it was taking to be seated.

When I was 16, I used to run around the neighborhood track on the weekends with my best friend. So did he. I remember seeing a tall handsome older boy (he was 20), who would smile at me every time we passed each other on the track. We never spoke a word.

Fast forward  six years later to our blind date. When he walked in the restaurant it instantly felt familiar. We knew each other’s faces, but not sure how, until the end of our meal it dawned on him, “You’re the girl from the track.” And so it began. Next year we celebrate our 25th wedding anniversary.

How did you meet your true love? Was it love at first sight?

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