Hold onto the light

 Today, I’m remembering the good years—back when everything began, and love found me in the most unexpected way. It was supposed to be just a simple day, tagging along on a golf outing with a friend, no plans, no expectations. But fate had other ideas.

My now husband was never supposed to be there. He had concert tickets and a night planned out, but when my friend called and told him she had someone she wanted him to meet—me—he gave up his evening and changed course. That tiny choice altered the course of both our lives.

I remember pulling up to my friend’s house, confused when she told me I’d be riding with “My now husband.” I didn’t even know this guy! And when he walked in, this big dude I thought was someone’s dad, I was even more unsure—until I decided to break the awkward silence with a cheeky joke: “Can I wash your balls?” I swear that cracked the ice wide open—and maybe even cracked his heart open too.

That Monday was my birthday, and when he texted me, it felt like a little spark had been lit. Just a few words, but it meant he remembered me. A week later, after getting LASIK, I hesitated to go riding around again, worried about the dust. But he was so careful, so considerate—not a speck of dirt in sight. That simple act showed me who he was: someone who cared, deeply.

From then on, we were inseparable. Talking constantly, squeezing in time for walks in the park, seeing each other whenever we could, even if it was just for a moment. And that’s how our story began—not with a grand gesture, but with little moments that slowly built something beautiful.

I cherish those early days. The laughter, the sweet surprises, the way we fit together without even trying. Today, I’m holding onto that light. The beginning of us still makes me smile.