Reading through the comments regarding the post about the, "Lonely French Bull" I was struck by how many of you experienced love at first sight.
From the comments it is evident that it doesn't matter what you are doing, or who you are with, or what you are wearing... nor if you are looking for someone to love.
Love happens and most often when we least expect it.
As my brother Mathew said, "If I had known I was going to meet the love of my life, I would have never worn a pumpkin on my head to the Halloween party.
I love Ardi's story:
"I chaperoned my sis and her boyfriend when they graduated from high school (yes, back in those days there were still quaint mothers who thought that necessary) as they went on a weekend backpack trip to the ocean. We hiked the 2 1/2 miles to the beach, set up camp and I left them alone as I strolled along the beach. Hubby and his buddy were also backpacking as a mini-celebration from hubby finishing his Journeyman Machinist training. They were in the camp next to ours. They had trouble starting a fire and this former Girl Scout helped them start the fire. The rest is history and 42 years so far."
Barbara shared how she was on a date with another man when...
"My divine, wonderful and handsome (late) husband was dancing with my best friend and I with his. I looked into his eyes across the dance floor and thought that is the man I am going to marry...."
If you want to have a happy warm feeling just read through the comments, you won't be disappointed. You will read true love stories... about Sandy as an elf, Patty when she was five, Janet and the overalls, Tammy betting on horses, Shannon's grandparents language of love Cynthia's man who wore a pink feathered boa, Glass-flowers love fish, and many more.
Love happens. Freely and unexpectedly everyday, every moment... we need only to be open to it and that is the tricky part.