When I was seventeen every night on my way home from work I passed a small art studio. On the back wall there was this beautiful painting of the sea. Every night I stood and stared at that painting and thought about how wonderful it would be if I could have it to look at all the time. I was just in love with that painting and the way it made me feel.
Not too long after I met a boy and we started dating. When he took me home to meet his parents we walked into the living room and there on the wall over the fireplace was an almost identical version of the painting in the art gallery. I was so surprised I told them the story of how I looked at a painting so similar to this every night and how much I loved it. The boy’s father told me that he was a painter and it was he who had painted this beautiful painting of the sea.
About a year later I married this boy and my father-in-law sweetly gave me the painting because he knew how much it meant to me. That was the first incredible sign that I was right where I should be and with the boy that would become the love of my life. I still have the painting and the boy.