I met my husband at 28. I lost my mother at the same age.
If someone had told me that I would meet the love of my life just weeks before my mom died, I would have probably told them to screw off. Harsh? Well, that was the place I was in back then.
But life sometimes has a weird way of working out. I was open to love, but meeting people was difficult, I was terrible at relationships and I was an emotional wreck most of the time. Still, I was curious about what was out there, and every once in a while, I’d jump on match.com just to look.
And then one day, there he was. My future husband. Jumping in the air, high-fiving a bear statue. I laughed out loud, then dove into his profile. My interest was piqued. While I didn’t create a match.com profile at that point (I’m not that big of a creeper), I couldn’t stop thinking about that picture and how hard it made me laugh. Something kept telling me that I had to meet this guy. Then fate (I’m calling it fate) took place one night as I was watching TV. A commercial popped on promoting a 7-day free trial on match. It told me to take a chance. What could it hurt? That night, I signed up, created a profile and sent a message. You probably get this all the time, but that bear statue pic made me laugh out loud.
It worked. He replied back. You’ll be saving a tree and sending those Arbor Day cards electronically right? Conversation sparked. Information exchanged. Account closed.
We continued chatting offline and eventually met in person. Despite my Fargo location to his Minneapolis one, we hit it off.
But my mother was dying and he didn’t know.
To be honest, I was nervous to tell him. I liked this guy, and I didn’t expect him to stick around once he found out. But, as I’m sure you’ve figured out by now, he never walked away.
My mom passed away the day after I told him she was sick. He called me as soon as he found out. It would be the only time that week he asked me if I was okay. He didn’t need to ask. He already knew the answer. Instead, he told me a popsicle stick joke every day. It was the beginning of our love story. A year later, he would propose with “will you marry me?” written on the stick of a homemade popsicle.
That year, I learned that love is about listening to your heart and taking chances (and you know sometimes doing a little match.com stalking). After all, you never know how it’ll turn out.