It was one of the few pieces of motherly advice I'd gotten and she wasn't even my mother but I was grateful for her words and her comfort. I thought about what she said all night that night and many odd nights after that in my 20s. I badly wanted that to be the case but I knew not much about this God she spoke of. I hadn't even met Him yet! How was He supposed to lead me to my husband?
I went to college, fell in and out of puppy love with the wrong guys, stopped perming my hair, got a nose ring and existed. Today, I am celebrating three years of marriage with the one that was meant for me. We've had magnificent ups and terrible downs. And I can say with absolute certainty that it was as if God stretched out His hand and El Hubster came walking out of it.
El Hubster made reservations for us at a fancy schmancy restaurant, called Triomphe, in one of the ritzier hotels in New York. When he told me, the conversation went a little like this.
EH: So, I made a reservation for Saturday at a restaurant for our Anniversary...
Me: Oh, wow! that's great, honey! What kind of place is this?
EH: Nice try. You know I'm not gonna tell you.
Me: Do I have to pluck my face and comb my hair!!??
EH: Yeah, you definitely wanna do that...
Yep, that's how I knew it was really a fancy schmancy place! It was so fancy that I felt weird taking pictures but luckily I found some pics online. It's the place with the orange awning.
I gotta say, it was nice to go do something semi-normal to celebrate us.