5 Ways I Knew I'd Found "The One"

Ya know what I would have loved to have before I met my husband?  A list of ways to know you’ve met “the one.”  Is it a one-size fits all list?  Of course not.  But people love a good list.  So, I have actually written this post in two parts.  The first way is an in-depth story of the events leading up to my first date with my husband and a description of my feelings, in the best way I could possibly try to explain. How I found the one, I guess. People who know me, personally, may prefer this version.  Click here to read it.  I wanted to combine the two into one post, but it would have been too long for anyone to read all the way through.

The second way is the list, as promised!  But, please, do not rely on someone else’s version of “the one” to paint your own picture of what he/she should be like!  If my “one” were someone else’s “one,” we would have a big problem, if ya know what I’m sayin…

So, without further ado, how did I know I’d found him?

1. He was ready to find me too.  He had decided months before reaching out to me that he was ready to settle down.  There was no imbalance in regard to one being more ready than the other.  He wasn’t scared off by my awful habit of cannon-balling into a relationship.  Honestly, I could say we jumped together.
2. Everything just worked out so easily.  It happened so naturally and never felt forced.  From the very first conversation, I feel like we were both on the same page and there was never any question about how the other felt. We didn’t have to play any “hard to get” or use those dating rules that I absolutely HATED.  We didn’t have to wait a certain amount of time to call the other, or go on another date, etc.
3. He started the conversation about God, even before our first date.  Since we reconnected (we knew each other in high school) on Facebook a few weeks before we got together in person, we had a lot of time to chat.  After a while, we moved forward to texts and phone calls, when the conversation about religion came up.  But, it wasn’t me who brought it up.  It was him.  I half expected him to go running once that subject came up, because in my experience, many did.  That doesn’t make it okay that I even let it get that far without laying the foundation, because that should have been one of the first things that we discussed, but it ended up working out because it turns out, he was on the same page.  There was no need to convince him to get baptized because he was ready to make that choice on his own.
4. We had similar life goals.  Wanna get married? Check.  Wanna have two kids?  Check.  Willing to relocate to Texas down the road?  Meh…check.  Confused?  I will add a few screenshots from our first messages below.  Also, after having my heart broken time and time again, at some point I created a list of requirements that I wanted my future husband to have.  He met ALL. of. them.  (Including the one about my parents liking him.  He made a great first impression and they have loved him ever since!)
5. I felt a spark that I would never have believed existed, had I not felt it myself. I had myself convinced that a feeling like that only existed in fairy tales and TV, and not in real life. Now, do I mean “love at first sight”?  No.  That’s not it.  But there was a strong feeling of chemistry mixed with attraction and it helped me realize that God wanted this for me.

Short, sweet, and to the point.  But if you’re feeling unfulfilled, I strongly urge you to head over to the actual story and read that also.  Honestly, it was written first, and it was written from my heart, the way every post should be written.  This version is a better fit for Pinterest and for all those younger versions of the “me” that I once was, the one who wanted instructions; a way to feel like you’re in control of finding that person your heart longs for so badly.  But, don’t let your priorities get mixed up.  If I had focused on God more than I had focused on finding a husband, my early twenties would have been a lot less stressful. I know it is SOOOO much easier said than done, but that doesn’t make it any less true.  

If you’re that girl, if you somehow stumble upon this post on Pinterest, and want to reach out to someone who’s been there, I’m your girl.  I haven’t forgotten how it felt to wonder if you would ever find the one.  Just leave a comment, head up to the contact me tab at the top of my site, or find me on one of my social media pages (Facebook and Instagram)

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