If we all think about it, we expect to meet our future someone somewhere romantic. But more often than not, it happens in an ordinary place and time and we might miss it if we don't pay attention. Today, fellow author Candace West tells the story of how she met the love of her life.

I never expected to meet my future husband at a baptizing. And I certainly didn’t expect to meet him when I was the mature eleven-year-old looking down at his ten-year-old freckled face.

​Yet I did. Right under a cypress tree along the lakeside as people set out folding chairs while others tuned their guitars. Nearby, my mama snapped open a case and pulled out her accordion.

Sparkles like silver glitter spread across the blue-green water to the distant shoreline. At our feet, water lapped gently at our toes, so alluring, so off-limits on this special day.

The best part about a chapter ending is that there's usually another one after it. This is definitely the case in the chapter ending today.
Tonight, my baby graduates preschool.
My husband just rolls his eyes and comments about how he can't figure out why we need graduations before high school. And I really didn't think I was going to be emotional about it.
​But he's my baby. My last one to finish preschool and move on up to "real" school.

You know how there are certain people who enter your life and have a huge influence? Even if you only ever "meet" said person once or twice in real life?
Sandi Rog was one of those people for me.
I first met Sandi through an email group of Christian authors. A mutual writing friend had pulled us both in and it was my first foray into working on bettering myself as an author. We would exchange bits and pieces of writing to critique, news, and prayers.
That was back around the time Sandi had her first books come out. And when she fought her first battle with cancer. It almost took her. I'm so thankful it didn't.