When the ceremony was over... Well, all that is a bit too personal, isn't it! (wink.)
During the months that followed I learned things I didn't know about my sweet new husband. He helped fill in some blanks - things I didn't know about our relationship - as we talked about the day we met. I assumed our first meeting was the day he brought donuts to my apartment after winning a game; but, he talked about the day he knocked on my door and said, "You don't live here!"
"Okay, so you were that rude guy?"
He explained further...
Seeing me on the other side of the door was a shock. Basketball Guy didn't know how to respond. He'd seen me many times before that day. A few months earlier he was surprised when he saw one of his roommates with a photo of "the girl" at church.
"You know her?" he asked.
"Yeah, I know Tami," he said.
One Sunday, still watching from a distance, he pointed me out to his roommate, Corvette Guy, and said, "That is a girl I could marry!"
But, Basketball Guy was too intimidated to introduce himself.
Then, one day, he knocks on a friends door and there I am. Like God had delivered me to him.
Over time, I began to recognize all the things that had to take place before we could meet. Many events, that didn't necessarily make sense at the time, had been requisite to put each of us on the right path. I marveled at the miracles, the timing, and all that had transpired to bring us together.
Because of an unexpected knock, I opened the door to the man of my dreams.