Looking through the window of the beach café I watched the waves roll in, curl over and land with a splash of white foam. It never ceased to amaze me how an ocean of water will stop right at the boundary line which God has set for it.

I heard him before I saw him. The sound of his voice made my heart flutter uncontrollably. This was the one I was waiting, waiting and still waiting for him to ask me out. I liked him a lot. I knew he liked me. We had become very good friends while working together on the youth leadership team.

It was late in the evening. Visiting hours at the hospital had long since finished. Our newborn daughter, whom I had traumatically delivered a few days earlier, was safe and snug in the care of the nursery staff. I walked, or waddled really, arm in arm with my husband to the after-hours exit door.