I met the love of my life on my doorstep. Literally.


I met the love of my life on my doorstep. Literally.

 

I was hosting a party for friends who were moving. A friend of mine knew that Cade had recently moved back to town to practice veterinary medicine.

 

She had not seen or talked to him for more than 10 years, but that didn’t stop her. She called the emergency number listed for the clinic and, luckily, he was the one who answered. She reminded him who she was and invited him to the party.

 

My girlfriends and I didn’t think he would show. After all, it was a strange house and there would only be one person he knew who he hadn’t seen for more than 10 years.

 

After waiting until an hour after the party started and driving around the block once, he rang the doorbell and I answered. We chatted off and on all evening and he was one of the last to leave the party.

 

The next week we went on our first date — dinner at Interurban and a drive out to Lake

 

Murray to watch the sunset. We saw each other almost every day after that.

 

Six months later, while eating dinner in the same booth at Interurban, Cade got down on one knee and asked me to marry him. Within 11 months of that night when he rang my doorbell, we said “I do.”

 

It has been almost five years, and I love him more with each passing year. God has blessed our relationship from the moment our friend Amber decided to take a chance on a phone call.

 

After all, you only live once!