There are times in life that are momentous. There are those times that you know are notable when they are happening (getting married, the birth of a child, etc.). But there are other times when you don’t know something meaningful just happened, but it’s still monumental.
I am writing about one such event. At the time, I was thinking, “Something’s going to happen…”, but I wasn’t aware of:
- How correct I was;
- How it would be so absolutely life-changing;
This was an important (arguably the most important) moment in my entire life, and I don’t know even know the exact day and time. During my life I’ve celebrated a bunch of the “important” days. You know, the birthdays (my own and others), Christmases (that looks weird when I type that, but spell-check isn’t complaining), and a whole host of other dates, but not that one.
That’s where the Time Machine would come in. If you ask people where they would go in time, there’s some common answers of what people would want to see:
- The signing of the Declaration of Independence
- Birth of Christ
- Michelangelo painting the Sistine Chapel
So let’s imagine that the gas tank in my Time Machine is almost empty (who’s ever heard of a nuclear Time Machine?), but I’m guaranteed one last round-trip. Where would I go?
So you can understand how exceptional this moment for me was, you have to go back some 17 years, 4 months and change. I’m with my best friend Mike, and we’ve just finished some great scuba diving in Cozumel Mexico. We’re walking to get some nourishment (alcohol and food), and outside of a restaurant, I see a woman drinking a big daiquiri, and she’s just watching the setting sun on the water.
Being the friendly, outgoing guy that I am, I ask her, “Is that a good drink?”
Her response: “It is very good. Try it…”
And so, this equally outgoing woman offered me a taste, and I took it. She was right. It was tasty. With that, Mike and I were seated inside the restaurant, and while we were looking at the menus, a gentleman named Javier was drawing a caricature of us.
And this is when I am looking at this woman, and thinking, no, knowing, that something was going to happen. That is my moment! I want to go back to that moment. I want to note the exact date and time. The GPS coordinates, the barometric pressure and temperature. Heck, I would even write down what I ordered for dinner. I want to gather all this data and breathe in the air and record it, for as you may have already guessed, I’m writing about the woman that I am going to marry. And have kids with, and travel. If I had that exact date and time, it’s a date I would celebrate every year.
As many of you know, there were a number of events that happened that miraculously came together so that not only could Heidi and I meet, but we could go on our first date. The odds off all of these events taking place are infinitesimal, and that they happened at all just boggles the mind. It’s as if the gears and cogs of the cosmos engaged with each other at exactly the right moment.
For those that don’t know, Heidi and I met while we were traveling. She by herself, and me with Mike. Had Mike not been there, I wouldn’t have met Heidi. If Mike wouldn’t have needed to leave Mexico a few days early, Heidi and I wouldn’t have been able to go on our first date.
And I also have to thank Dolly! Who is Dolly? Dolly is a what, not a who. Dolly was the hurricane that came at the right time. She allowed Mike to leave Cozumel, and yet kept Heidi stuck on the island. Pretty amazing, huh?
So it’s a great story of how we met. Why do I write about this now? Well, it’s the Christmas holiday, and as usual, Heidi doesn’t want any gifts other than travel, so I want to tell her, and everyone on the Internet, that I love, and appreciate her immensely.
This holiday, how are you going tell your loved ones that you love them?