As a result of that break-up, I started spending more time with some of my work friends. One of those friends invited me to go up to Fort Collins with her a couple of weeks later. That night, I met Brad. Brad and I hit it off right away, and just like that, I was dating again. I started spending more and more time in Fort Collins, and quickly discovered a love for this city that I previously knew little to nothing about. Brad encouraged me to consider finding a job and place to live in Fort Collins. I absolutely agreed. I was ready for a change, for a fresh start after my last relationship, and moving sounded like a great way to do just that. But a rebound is a rebound, and only weeks after finding a new job, Brad and I decided to part ways.
It didn't matter though, because a week or so after that, a boy in the warehouse caught my eye. We started flirting... and then on November 1, 2009, 6 short months after the hardest day of my life to date, I had dinner at Chipotle for the first time with my future husband. If I would have known back that fateful day in May how my life would turn out, I doubt that I would have cried nearly so hard. What seemed at the time to be my greatest failure quickly became the doorway that has led to my greatest achievement... marrying a wonderful man who always loves and supports me. I am so thankful that this great guy who reminded me of Clark Kent when I first met him, chose to be my hero.