Many, many years ago, 13 to be precise, a couple with a history of successful matchmaking had their eye on another match. They said to the girl: "We have the perfect guy for you". Her answer: "Not interested; happy being single" (which as an aside, she meant truthfully for about the first time ever). They said to the boy: "We have the perfect girl for you". His answer was evidently something along the lines of "no thanks" as well. This matchmaking couple kept suggesting the match, to no avail.
Then only weeks later, fate stepped in and decided to give this "perfect guy" a job at the restaurant the "perfect girl" was already working at. This is where things got good.
Within a few days, he had his first shift. He had seen her earlier, at his orientation, but she had only heard he was her new coworker, not having seen him yet.
On this particular night, she walked out onto the floor of the restaurant, mumbling the nightly specials to herself, smoothing out her apron over her black skirt. She looked up to speak to her manager before greeting her first table and she caught site of the open kitchen. She stopped in her tracks, taken by the new cook with his black hat on backwards. He was looking down, sprinkling pizza toppings, then he turned away to the brick oven, unaware of her presence. That was long enough - she knew. She turned to her manager and asked "What's the new cook's name?" sure of the answer. Her manager confirmed her suspicion as she shook her head walking away, thinking to herself "Oh no. I'm a goner".
She was a goner alright. He had her at the cheese sprinkling.
Over the next few days, they spent time sitting together after their shifts, getting to know each other. Additional details were passed back and forth between the matchmakers about very important things like "how good looking he is" or "her nice eyes". There was no denying that they liked each other, and two weeks later they went on their first date. They were quickly inseparable from then forward, eventually marrying five years later, having children, and living happily ever after.
I guess (or I should hope anyway) that you've figured out that I'm talking about me and Jordan. It so happens that today (or some day close to today, I'm not sure in fact so let's go with "today" for credibility) is 13 years since we met. This is not an anniversary we have ever celebrated, or even noticed pass us by, but in some ways this date is the most special. On this day 13 years ago, destinies were realized and lives were changed. I know, that sounds hopelessly romantic, but it's true.
I honestly believe Jordan and I are soul mates and I could not imagine going through life with anyone else. Yes, when I knew I would spend the rest of my life with him (very early on I should add), I knew he would be my ever-supportive partner and the father of my children. But I couldn't have guessed how amazing of a partner and father our life would call on him to be. If I had a less giving and involved husband and co-parent, I would not still be standing. You wonder "how we've gotten through everything"? Together, that's how. He's up when I'm down, I'm strong when he's weak. We each step up when the other needs us to.
We are beating the odds. Not only do a staggering 50% of marriages end in divorce, a much more grim 80% of marriages with special needs kids do. Isn't that crazy? That said, I am more confident than ever that we are in the 20% that will see this marriage deal through the long haul. No our marriage is not perfect, but whose is. It is strong though, and we are committed. And did I mention we are happy?! Despite seemingly endless stress and exhaustion, we actually have fun together!
So thank you fate, matchmakers, The Med Grill restaurant, and whoever else had a hand in helping Jordan and I find each other. You got it right.
Look at them - they're just babies!
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