What a turbulent week! Do we need a little more love? A reader emailed and asked me to “write something uplifting about love.” So here goes. I am devoting this column to love.
My divorced friend asked me, “Where is a good place to fall in love?” My answer: everywhere and any time. Be prepared. Maybe it starts with an awkward introduction or a glance into someone else’s eyes. Or perhaps we cannot even recall that exact “moment” when our heart skipped a beat and we realized that “love was in the air.” Dear readers, it seems clear that love comes at us in all sorts of ways. I have proof. Read on.
My husband Doug and I met in the hallway of a hospital in Berkeley, California, about 40 years ago when we were working there. For about a year, we were friendly (flirting) with each other. I had been divorced for a few years and told myself I would not date again unless “there was a sign from God” that he was the right man.
On one particular afternoon, standing in the lobby of the hospital, Doug asked me if I wanted to go out with him. In a “miracle moment” my front-fastening bra unsnapped (Doug was unaware) and I thought it might be a message from God. We have been married 39 years. Prayer answered.
My father always said that when he first laid eyes on my mother, he knew right away that he would marry her. They were on a double blind date with other people, eating ice cream cones and somehow, my father gazed into my mother’s eyes and knew “this was the one.” He found a way to slip my mother a note asking for her phone number and the rest is history. They were married for almost 60 years.
My girlfriend was driving along an interstate outside of Prescott when she heard a loud pop. She had a flat tire and pulled over to the side of the road. A kind man drove up behind her and changed her tire. Divorced and lonely, she got to talking to this friendly guy and they realized they lived a few miles apart. They went on a date and eventually married, and still are after 20 years.
And love is not always about “romantic love.” Manuel, our friendly tarantula who has been visiting my friend in New River for over 20 years, was missing this summer. He usually saunters up her driveway in July and hangs around her house and yard till October. This year, we feared the worse. Manuel never showed up. Until he did, one day in late September, strolling right into her house through the doggy door! Oh, Manuel, how we rejoiced to see you! Love can come with eight legs and a hairy body!
Love can strike in a snap (of a bra), one lick (of an ice cream cone), a pop (of a tire) or walk (of a spider). It can happen when we least expect it. This week be ready; that love will find you.
Judy Bluhm is a writer and a local Realtor. Have a story or a comment? Email Judy at email@example.com.