It was my week off at church. I didn’t have any responsibilities and could just enjoy the service. Which meant…I could sleep in, take my time, and curl my hair! In fact, I took so much time I was technically late. Oops. I breezed into church just as the service started, making a beeline for my usual seat next to my mom. As soon as I sat down, I could tell she was excited about something, but all I could do was give her a questioning look as the congregational singing had already begun. Once the song was over and the greeting time was announced, Mom turned to me and said, “The family sitting behind us is new to the church and they are moving into our neighborhood!” I thought to myself, “Cool, a new family, probably an older couple around my parents’ age.” We turn around and I am immediately thankful I did my hair that day. Cute guy alert!! This tall, bearded, absolutely adorable man is smiling right at me (oh, and his parents and brother were there, too), and I kid you not, my heart said, “There he is. That’s who you’ve been waiting for.” Of course, I immediately pushed that thought away, convinced that I would jinx myself if I let my heart run away with my mind. Good thing, too! Since it took another year and about 3 months before he finally asked me out…