I met with a woman today who knows my husband. "He's a good one," she said, and I smiled and agreed. But there was a moment time stopped, and she looked and saw right through me, imperfect and insecure as I wondered if she thought I was worthy. She nodded once, acknowledging the exchange, and I knew that she saw things for exactly what they were, that I'm lucky to have him and at least I know it.

If you haven't already been blessed by fate, go find someone like that. A partner that you feel lucky to have, and a person who reminds you of it unexpectedly, profoundly, in an otherwise unremarkable moment.