Meant to Meet

Have you ever met someone you felt like you already knew somehow? Like you're not starting a new friendship, but just picking up where you left off?

This is what happened in the basement of our first downtown apartment where we did our laundry.

I simply opened a door for a mom with 2 little boys in a stroller. At this point, I was still pretty terrified about trying to make/understand small talk with anyone, so when we realized that neither of us could speak German, we found that English was what we had in common, just for starters. (Her first language is Czech, then Russian and English, then French).

(By the way, Macy says you don't have to speak the same language to be friends. Even though the mom knows English, the boys don't. So, our kids were friends for a few months before having German in common. How true. They would laugh and play without having to say much).

It turns out that our husbands work in the same building, and that before landing here at the same time, we both tried moving to CA for work/study at Stanford.

Some may brush this off as mere coincidence. I see it as a gift. And, with every gift, there has to be a giver. In this case, a giver who knows every language and heart.