I’m one of the lucky ones. When I met my hubby, I knew I would marry him. I’m not kidding. It’s weird. What I didn’t know was his name. Yes, I’m totally serious.
Hubby and I met the first day of our senior year of college. I was talking to a friend I hadn’t seen in almost a year (I was on an internship the second semester and summer of my junior year and hadn’t been at school in nine months). Hubby walked in and sat down, then joined our conversation with a smart-ass remark.
Typical for him.
But he got my attention. It was funny, but I don’t remember what he said. We started sitting near each other in class and talked almost every day, but it was three weeks before I found out his name.
We talked regularly in class, but didn’t see each other outside class. I thought he was dating another classmate, until she got married (again, yes I’m serious). We started flirting a little more heavily in February, five months after we met and two months after the classmate got married. It was still three more months before our first date, but we never looked back.
If someone had told me the day we met that I would marry him, my first question would have been, “What’s his name?” But I would never have doubted it. Not for a second.
In May we will have been married ten years. It’s strange that today I’m writing love stories but in real life I live the story every woman dreams of. It took hubby and I a while to get together, and we learn something new about each other all the time, but there’s never been a doubt that we are meant to be together.
And that’s what I want for my characters. It sounds silly, but I think of my characters as friends and I want them to be just as happy as I am. I’m glad I get to create their happily ever after, just like I get mine.