A few years back a good friend's husband died. After things settled down, I asked her if she might marry again. She looked at me and laughed. And I told her to stop laughing because I was serious.
"Will you marry again?" I said.
She said, "Yeah, well, if I'm going to marry again, the guy is going to have to come knocking on my front door because I'm not going looking for another man."
I nodded. "Well, that's how it will be then," I said.
That was nine years ago. Today I met the man who came knocking at her door. He was her 7th grade sweetheart and he'd never forgotten her. After his wife died, he started looking for her from all the way across the country. It took him a few weeks, but he found her and he went knocking on her front door. They were engaged to be married within a few days, I think, and the rest is history.
Except that today I got to meet him. He stopped in my office with my friend and I put out my hand.
"I've been waiting for you to get here," I said. "What took you so long?"
He gave me a puzzled look and then I explained my conversation with my friend some years back. He smiled. "I got her as quick as I could," he said.
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