When you find that one person who gets you. When that person finds you.
 
How lucky we truly are. My husband and I met in a bar, in a city neither of us was living in, at a moment when we were not looking for someone. But somehow that evening we knew there was something there. Even though we knew nothing about each other, about where we were in our lives. In the months following, we let each other in our worlds; we opened ourselves to vulnerability. And here we are, thirteen years later.