It was a Sunday morning in 2009. I was sitting in a long row with my roommates waiting for church to start. Just the night before they had come home as smitten kittens gushing about a someone they thought was so cute. While we were sitting in that long row, I asked them to show me who they'd been talking about. My best friend looked around and then turned saying, "Three rows back, four seats in." I took my time as I turned around and slowly counted, "three...four...". Either she counted wrong or I did, because my eyes landed on him. Not the him they had all been gushing over, but the him that would eventually be my him.
My first thought was he was cute, but not my roommates' typical type. My next thought was, "Oh no, he's looking at me. How long has he been looking at me? Does he know I've been looking at him?" I quickly turned around but could feel his eyes on the back of my head.
I can't say that I knew in that moment. No, I definitely can't say I had any idea the impact he would have on my life. I hadn't a clue he would be my comfort, my safe place. At that moment, he was just a him I thought was cute.