Nine Years Ago...

It was a Saturday. I had been single and on my own for about a year. The weekends are always tough when you're single, and all of your friends are married.
I decided to spend the day cleaning out some stuff in my scrapbook room - always an ongoing project. I remember sitting in the middle of the floor, saved memorabilia in piles all around me. Pieces of my life scattered on the floor.
I found a love letter from my ex-husband.
I read it.
I had forgotten all about it.
When did this love die?
I called my daughter-in-law and read the letter to her.
We cried together.
I held the letter in my hand for a while.
Not really wanting to keep it, but not really wanting to throw it away either.
What to do with the pieces of my life?
What to do with the pieces of my broken heart?
A few hours later, I decide to go to the Spa in the apartment complex.
I sat there for several minutes still contemplating and wondering about those pieces of my life...
Then came you.
I wasn't looking for you.
But there you were anyway.
That smile. Those dimples. That southern drawl. (sigh)
Who knew then that you would be the one to put the pieces of my life and the broken pieces of my heart back together again.
Happy Meeting Day, Spa-man! I love you...