Months ago, I posted a prayer for my future husband. It’s funny how things change in such a short period of time. I am not engaged – nor do I know if I will marry my current boyfriend, but I am happy. I have spent a large portion of my life single and searching. A part of me was always looking for someone to complete me. But little did I know – I had myself the entire time.

When I started this blog, it was a sort of healing process. I had a few months that had me down on myself and questioning my future and my abilities because of toxic people I let in. I was at my lowest of lows and I needed to build myself up again. Therefore, I had finally reached a point of decision making. I decided to be happy and accept my failures and learned to embrace my blessings. I had reached my lowest of lows – but then I found myself higher than I had been before. This didn’t happen because of a boy. This didn’t happen because of my looks or my grades. Guidance from the Lord, and a realization that life is something that needed to be lived caused that to happen.

They always say love will happen when you least expect it – and honestly I never believed that. No matter how many romantic comedies I watched or times someone told this, I thought it was ridiculous. However, that’s exactly what happened. I managed to accidentally stalk him on social media, have a few boring work shifts that meant we could talk, and eventually he took the initiative to ask me out.

Now, I find myself unable to see my world without him.

Sometimes I think about that prayer that I wrote and I’m amazed at the accuracy. We are so similar and compatible. Last week, we went to the grocery store together, went our own way to gather our own things, and met in the middle of the store – only to find out we had chosen the same box of Triscuits and considered getting the same items. It seems insignificant, but I love those little moments that make me feel connected to him in a different way.

He surprises me with things he did in his past, or things he says now. He likes things I don’t like and dislikes things I like. He gets frustrated and moody sometimes. He is messy and leaves me to clean up sometimes. He isn’t the best at texting or keeping in contact with me when he’s away. He works a lot and is busy, busy. busy.

Because of his flaws, he understands mine. Because of his frustrations, my willingness to comfort him comes through. Because of his different interests, my interests have shifted and I’ve found new things and old things that I like to spend time doing. I have found someone that I can be silly and ridiculous with. Someone that will cook with me and let me take care of him. Someone that keeps me grounded and realistic when all I want to do is adopt a dog and quit my job, and accepts me when I buy a fish and proceed to actually quit said job.