One of my favorite television shows is How I Met Your Mother. I don’t really know what day it is on. Or what channel or even what time. Andrew makes sure that every new episode ends up on the DVR and it works just fine. Truth is, I don’t know when anything is on for real except Survivor. And that’s just because it’s had that time slot for about a hundred years. But I digress.
I am at the tail end of a lovely weekend in St. Michael’s, Maryland, a beautiful old town on the eastern shore of Maryland on the Chesapeake Bay. I’m here with 3 other women. We’ve had a lot of time to talk. (and play Mahj and eat and…but more about this in another post)
One of the things I learned was how each of these women met their husbands. It was really fun and interesting to hear about this lifechanging event. About something that happened before our current lives. Before our collective 12 kids.
I’m not going to tell their stories. They are their stories. But one was a fun, spirited and extremely persistent attempt to make her dream come true. Another was a series of events that seemed a lot like beshert to me. I loved hearing about it all.
And without a doubt (well, who is ever totally without a doubt, but I really think so) we are 4 happy women. Women that are really content with our choices, our families, our lives.
And though I suppose it should not be all that rare, I think that it might be.