As much as Matt and I like to think we found each other, the truth is our kids did the real matchmaking. We both worked at the same car dealership, passing each other day after day, but somehow never actually talking. I’d see him sitting outside the office building—on his phone or chatting with a customer—and quietly think he was handsome from afar. Instead of introducing myself, I sent coworkers to gather information and casually report back to me, like I was running a very low-stakes investigation. Meanwhile, Matt thought I was beautiful and had absolutely no idea how to approach me either, so we were both just circling each other in the same building, completely unaware that fate was already working overtime. That’s when the daycare stepped in. Our sons ended up in the same class, and suddenly we were standing next to each other at pickup, laughing over the coincidence and realizing how small the world really is. The kids, completely unknowingly, broke the ice for us and brought our worlds together in the sweetest way possible. From shy glances at work to real conversations at daycare, everything finally clicked—proof that sometimes love doesn’t show up at your desk, but at the end of the day, holding a backpack and a sippy cup.