I remember the instant that I fell for my Husband. I was thirteen and we were in gym class. I remember it vividly as my best friend had accused me immediately after the game of falling for him. I do not think it is normal to know who you want to marry when you are thirteen but this is what happened to me.
Of course I was completely shy at the time and my strategy when it came to men, or well boys at the time, was largely to ignore them and hope that they would work through my icy exterior. So I waited. I dated. I fell for other men, but I never forgot and always hoped that in the end he would be the one.
My Mother would always tell me that if it is meant to be, it will happen. This is a hard statement for a thirteen year old to swallow. It is even harder for a sixteen year old and harder still for a twenty year old. But she was right. It did happen. It was meant to be. He made a move... when I was twenty.
So I do believe in fate. I believe that everything happens for a reason and that if it is meant to be, it will happen. I am hopeful that we are meant to be three.. or four, but hope can be a scary and dangerous thing in times like these.