...until I was 23 years old, when I once again started wondering how I would choose someone to marry. I re-analyzed all the ways to choose who(m) to marry, realized that I still didn't know the answer, and finally prayed and asked God about it: "God, how AM I going to decide who to marry?" At that very moment, one of the few times in my life, a thought sprang into my mind: "Do you really want to get married?" I was super surprised by that thought, because I had just assumed that I would get married some day. I thought about it for a while, realized I had some hang-ups that could get in the way of a successful marriage, decided that I wanted it anyway, and told God, "Yeah, I do want to get married, if you will work out all of my problems and all of her problems." At that moment I felt this sense of expectation, and a day or two later, an old friend of mine, for the first time ever (because as I found out later, my friend had always thought that she and I would get married), said that she had someone that she wanted me to meet, her new roommate. The night of the party I walked into my friend's living room, saw a distrustful-looking young lady in a nurse's uniform sitting behind a big coffee table, and thought (also for the first time ever), "I wonder if she's the one I'm going to marry." I decided soon after (before we ever had romantic stirrings) that she was the one, we married two years later, and we're about to celebrate our 30th anniversary. The first year was the hardest, with lots of adjustments, but with lots of prayer and the passing of time, it kept getting better, and still does. And that's my story.