about that soccer field or why I believe in fate

I remember the instant that I fell for my Husband.  I was thirteen and we were in gym class.  I remember it vividly as my best friend had accused me immediately after the game of falling for him.  I do not think it is normal to know who you want to marry when you are thirteen but this is what happened to me.

Of course I was completely shy at the time and my strategy when it came to men, or well boys at the time, was largely to ignore them and hope that they would work through my icy exterior.  So I waited.  I dated.  I fell for other men, but I never forgot and always hoped that in the end he would be the one.

My Mother would always tell me that if it is meant to be, it will happen.  This is a hard statement for a thirteen year old to swallow.  It is even harder for a sixteen year old and harder still for a twenty year old.  But she was right.  It did happen.  It was meant to be.  He made a move... when I was twenty.

So I do believe in fate.  I believe that everything happens for a reason and that if it is meant to be, it will happen.  I am hopeful that we are meant to be three.. or four, but hope can be a scary and dangerous thing in times like these.


  1. Ash --

    This comment is not just in response to this post, but in response to your blog in general. You are strong and beautiful and an inspiration to anyone going through any challenging or emotionally-draining experience. You know I love you and only wish the best for you and Andrew, always. You learned to trust fate when it came to your relationship with Andrew; now try to trust fate in this process as well. Someone once told me: "Everything will be okay in the end. If it's not okay, it's not the end". What will be, will be. Try to absorb every moment of this journey because you will learn and grow every step of the way. Much love.

  2. Jess I love your quote. "Everything will be okay in the end. If it's not okay, it's not the end." I will try to focus on that when I get into those panicky moments. Thank you for your lovely comment and inspiration.


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