Love Blooms in Unexpected Ways

I became a nurse when you could swing a bat and hit about a hundred at once, so we weren’t paid a lot. For a while this was fine, but then I found myself living on my own, struggling to make it alone. I took a part-time job at the Dougherty County Police Department in Albany, Georgia, working in Investigations. My boss had a friend, a businessman, who came by one afternoon so the two men could go to lunch. He noticed me working at my desk and asked if I wanted a job. What he offered me financially to work at his company was much more than I could make nursing and working part-time, so I took it. Day One, I met a young man who managed the receiving department of this ginormous shipping and receiving company. Over the course of the next year, whenever my work went to him or his to me, we’d chat a bit. But I never really thought of him as anything other than a co-worker . . .

until one day . . .

I had to take the day off because I’d had outpatient surgery. He called to check on me then offered to bring something to eat (because my roommate had to work late that day–she cooked, I cleaned). After that, we started hanging out but never really dated (we went to Sunday school parties and antiquing). Suddenly, I couldn’t remember him not being in my life. It seemed to me that our being together was the most natural thing in the world.