I have a good life now. Truly. My days are filled with school runs, soccer practices, and bedtime stories. But there’s one memory from thirteen years ago that still plays in my mind like it happened yesterday.It was supposed to be the happiest day of my life.
My wedding day.
Sometimes I wonder how things might have turned out if that moment had never happened. But then I remember everything that came after, and strangely enough… I’m grateful it did.
Back then I was 26.
I met Ed in a tiny coffee shop downtown where I used to spend my lunch breaks escaping from my marketing job. Every day he walked in and ordered the exact same caramel latte. At first, I only noticed him because of his routine. Then I noticed something else.He kept trying to guess my order.
“Let me guess,” he’d say with a confident grin, “vanilla chai with extra foam?”
He was wrong every time.
But he kept trying.
One Tuesday afternoon he finally got it right.
“Iced coffee, two sugars, splash of cream,” he said proudly as I approached the counter.
