Clippy Mat wrote a comment on my last blog. She said I picked a good one, in reference to The Husband.
The fact is, I didn't pick him. I know it sounds corny, but I really think we were meant to find each other. He agrees.
It turns out my aunt and uncle live around the corner from his parents. When we visited Auntie Rose and Uncle Moe, I remember playing hide-and-seek with the neighbourhood kids. Always with my kid brother in tow. The Husband will tell you that he remembers a little black-haired girl playing with him and his friends. All he knew was she was visiting family and she always had her little brother with her.
We each planned to attend Carlton University in Ottawa, but plans changed and neither of us went.
When I began working in Funeral Service, I worked for a man who was well known in the business. The Husband came by the office one day to interview him for a paper he was writing for school. I remember thinking he was cute. He says he remembers the cute secretary.
About a year later, my boss is wooed by another funeral home and takes me with him. And who is working at that funeral home? You guessed it.
We became friends instantly, then ... well, you get the picture.
I think there are two very tired Guardian Angels who are quite pleased that we finally got together.