How We All Met

We met because somewhere, in the place where babies are waiting to be matched up with a family, it was known that I would need parents that would foster my love of music, reading, and all things Broadway. That I would need parents who would burst out into song with me, hug me tight, dry my tears, teach me how to be kind and involved with my community, remind me to have my oil changed, and hold me steady as I walked toward my future husband.

We met because my last name started with a B and her last name started with a C and biology was required in high school. But really we met because it was somehow it was known that life was going to start throwing curve balls hard and fast, so each of us would need someone to lean on, and that everyone needs someone that can make them laugh so hard they cry, and that eventually the person with the last name C would save my mother’s life. And it was known that sisters can be born in the same hospital exactly two months apart, from different mothers.

We met because when I was 18 I moved to Maine to be near the ocean. And when he was 28 his coworker encouraged him to post an online profile, and I was by then looking for someone that got me (unlike boyfriends before). There he was, admitting to still having his first teddy bear too, and also having lost 100 pounds. But really, it was known that my head fits perfectly under his chin when we hug, that our hands intertwine seamlessly, and that we make each other stronger.

There are so many different paths my life could have taken. There are a million reasons why we all shouldn’t have met, small decisions that could have changed it all.  Lucky for me, there are a million and one reasons why we did.