The Universe Knows

Meeting someone for the first time is universally magical.

This is because you never know the impact they will have on your life, or the impact you will have on theirs.

Like when you meet your best friend for the first time.

Did I know that when I was looking through my backyard fence and was sizing up and staring into the eyes of another 9 year old girl, that the universe was aligning our lives forevermore?

Or the miracle of child birth.  After carrying someone in your belly for 9 months, the moment of delivery.  The moment when you meet.  The moment every mother cannot wait for.  The moment they know that this being is yours forevermore.

And then there is the first time you meet your significant other, your true love … for the very first time.

I think back on the time I first met my husband and wonder if star dust was falling down on us.  Were the planets aligning, and the forces of nature beginning their work on our journey together?

Because the moment I saw him, as he walked towards me for our first meeting, I never would have guessed that he would be the one.  The one I have been married to for 10 years now and that he would be the father of my son.

Not in that moment.

Isn’t that amazing?!?!

Isn’t it crazy?!?!

And when he saw me, he would never have known that his life was going to change course, and that the beginning of his life was about to happen.

Neither one of us knew.

But the universe did.

All he wanted was a job.

All I wanted was to hire a seasonal employee.

And really, what better way to meet someone for the first time, then at a job interview.

As we sat across from each other, him all serious and focused on answering all my questions. Me just staring into his eyes and looking at his lips while he spoke.  I remember listening, but also wondering what it would be like to kiss those lips.

And the star dust sprinkles.

He did think I was a bit strange.  Amazed at how thorough and personal I was in my interview process.  Later telling me that no one had ever asked him so many personal questions about his family, friends and background as I had.  (I guess I wasn’t very subtle)

And as my usual 15 minute interview went on for well over an hour, I began to feel something, and knew I didn’t want to say goodbye.  Needless to say, he got the job 🙂

After he left, his eyes, his lips, his cheeks and his smile stayed with me.

His eyes showed that life had not been easy for him.

His lips were full and kissable.

His cheeks were soft and rough all at the same time.

And his smile.  The best smile I have ever seen.  A smile when true, can break my heart because it is shown so rarely.

Our love story wasn’t pretty.  It had its tragic moments.

Two heart broken people falling in love is not the best recipe.  But because of my addictive personality I couldn’t get enough of him.  And because of his hollow heart he needed me to fill all the holes.

Our first kiss at the stroke of midnight on New Years Eve was one out of the movies.

Two sad people in a bar.  Music loud.  People dancing and celebrating.

Our eyes were locked and we spoke of our sadness.  And we understood each other. And the moment came when the most natural thing was to join ourselves in a kiss. A kiss that we will never forget.

Intense and passionate. All the pain we had been feeling was slowly going away.  We were filling each other up.

It was perfect.

He had my heart.

He had my soul.

Everything during those early days was everything I had ever wanted.

His touch told me he craved me and my response filled him.

We couldn’t get enough of each other.  We made love on the docks with the sunset behind us and a fire roaring beside us.  We bundled up in blankets and there was no where in the world I would have rather been.

Our passion was intense.  Almost too much people started to say.  And the craving for each other started to come at different times for each of us, until one day it had to be over.

Done.

And I left.

Traveling around the world with a broken heart.

Meeting new people and even falling in love again.

And after years of being apart and relationships in between, when we both may have gone down very different roads, the universe intervened again.

After 4 years of being apart he reached out.

His call was filled with tragedy and loss.

I was uncertain of my place and role in his life, but I knew somehow, some way I had to be there for him, if only for a moment.

And I went and was there.

When we hugged, again two broken hearts united.

And two broken hearts joined.

And we have never looked back.

Unbelievable and crazy and magical and divine.

Through our journey apart, the universe kept us together.

And I feel blessed for this.

And I often think of this when I meet someone new.

What part are they going to have in my life?  Are they going to be here for this moment of my life, or are they going to weave themselves into the patchwork of my today and my future?

Are you just today? Or are you forevermore?

That is what makes life so great.  The unknowing of what tomorrow is going to bring.

And this is one reason why I love getting up every morning.  Because every day is truly a gift and I love looking at my gift every morning when I wake up.

Thank you, universe 🙂

Can you relate to this at all?  Is there someone in your life that you never would have imagined the impact they would have on you?  If so, I would love to hear about it!  Please let me know your story and your universal person.

Thank you for reading 🙂