Eighteen months ago, my co-worker was single. As was Kerrie’s best friend. And though Kerrie had suggested we get the two together long before, it wasn’t until eighteen months ago that I was comfortable with the idea of fixing them up.
This past weekend, they were married in one of the most beautiful and genuine weddings I’ve ever had the privilege to attend.
It wasn’t that I didn’t want them to find happiness, or that I was a grouchy non-believe in the ways of matchmaking – it was the prospect of disaster, of knowing both parties and bracing for what I assumed was inevitable. As I got to know him – and as I understood more about her – it began to seem like a no-brainer.
A no-brainer, but still a risk.
So I waited. I held my breath. I ducked, expecting the dishes to come flying. Two opposites, two strong personalities, two lives already finely honed over nearly 30 years of movement and life.
I’ll admit. It was almost sickening to see them join so easily, melding together like sugar in water (and nearly as unnaturally sweet, damn it) taking on each others habits and enjoying each other’s company even during arguments. It was the thing you never think you’ll see – two soul mates discovering each other through the random chance of a mutual acquaintance.
Each person we meet takes something away from us. Sometimes it’s just a look, or a memory. But other times, it’s something a lot bigger – it’s an opportunity. A chance at happiness.
A new life, created through a little creative networking. Lightning striking in the perfect spot, fusing two people together – two people who had no idea what they were getting into just eighteen months ago.
To which I say, “Congrats.”
And, “You’re Welcome.”