ChickSpeak

I googled this question after asking a dear and oh-so-happily engaged girlfriend this. Her response was one I’ve heard many times before: You just know, followed quickly and almost apologetically by a, “Sweetheart, don’t worry- there’s someone out there for you, too. I promise.” 

Thanks Sherlock. Way to solve that mystery… Maybe I’ll get some extra lillies in my bridesmaid’s bouquet out of sympathy now for asking that.

So anyway, back to the point. I turned to the higher powers of google and found something that actually caught my attention right away. This blog entry is quite possibly one of the first real and honest musings on how you know when you have found The One. It’s by no means the definitive answer, as I truly don’t think any one of us can attempt to make love so black and white, BUT it does give good food for thought. Thanks to Janna of Seattle for sharing her story in Thirty Voices.

Before I met the dreadfully charming Mr. Right*, I always wondered how I’d know when I’d met the ONE. It wasn’t so much that I thought there was only one (1) soulmate out there for me. It was more that I knew I’d be choosing someone to spend my life with (bigamy being illegal and all) and I wanted that person to be right for me. I had this immense fear that, five or ten or fifty years from my wedding day, I’d wake up and realize I’d made the worst mistake of my life and chosen the wrong one.

I remember sitting on an old davenport in a tiny cabin on the Washington coast years ago, having a tearful conversation with Mr. R about this very concerning concern. He was pretty convinced that we were IT. Yes, but how did he know? I still wasn’t sure.

Finally, he said in pure flabergastation (flabergastification? flabergastedness?) something like this:

There is no ONE. No one that exists out there in pure form, in spiritual perfection, in theoretical bliss. We make it the one every single day…in what we say to each other, in how we treat each other, in what we do together. On dog walks and in car rides, over dinners and through disagreements. So stop looking for some theoretical one out there in never-never land. And agree to make this the one, each and every day, with me.

uh…OK.

And that little no-brainer was how I knew the dreadfully charming Mr. Right was the one for me.

How did you know your guy/gal was the ONE for you?