I was fifteen years old when I met my husband. I walked by my best friend’s math class and she flagged me down to come in and sit by her. Little did I know I sat down in front of what would eventually become the father of my children, love of my life, best friend and the guy I would later consume over 6,000 Oreos dipped in milk with. I remember after FINALLY becoming his girlfriend a year later, a friend asked me “Are you going to marry Russ Frame?!” in that teasing elementary way, and I quickly said “Are you kidding, I would never!” The stars aligned and dis-aligned for us for the rest of our high school experience and even a couple years into college. Fast forward eleven years and we find ourselves sitting in tiny chairs at a tiny desk filling out a “Getting to Know You” form for our three year old son, just starting preschool. I ask this tiny person “What’s your dad’s name?” and he looks up at me with ice blue eyes like me, and perfect bow lips like his dad and says “Wussell Fwame” and all the sudden as if I swallowed a whole grapefruit, I choke up.
How overwhelmingly grateful am I that, even though at fifteen years old I didn’t know what my life had in store for me, some greater force did. A force that put us back together time and time again when we selfishly chose other paths. I never would have been so bold as to ask for such a wonderful life, but aren’t we lucky that those greater forces have a vision for us that we can’t always see? If I could tell my fifteen year old selfm, beaten down and slightly broken, what she had ahead of her, would she have believed me? For my Fryday this month, I want to pass this same peace onto you, even though you may not believe it just yet. You may not see the vision for the amazing and infinite blessings ahead of you, but they are coming. Hang on, and when you least expect it you’ll find yourself in the thick of it, happier than you ever thought you deserved.