I wanted this to be my first post because I want to dedicate a part of this page to my dear husband Michael. I couldn’t have created this community, website or the content I do without his support. He is my biggest fan and supporter. As I write this I am sitting in a coffee shop because he is always encouraging me to take care of myself and what is important to me. He pushes me to do what makes me happy and never making me feel bad for it. I feel free to have both a marriage and be my own person. I feel incredibly grateful and lucky.

Being asked about how we met so many times I always say it is such a long story. It mostly is because I love to talk. I love to share every detail. I am a story teller and looking back it seems fitting that I would have this beautiful love story. I never get tired of telling it.

I was walking down the street on 12th toward broadway in Capital Hill Denver. I was going to meet a friend who was picking me up a couple blocks away from my studio apartment. Little did I know before I had crossed the street this guy had been watching me. He rode past me with his bike and I crossed the street. He says he had a voice in his head that said you have to turn around. He did and he came up to me. I was looking at my phone. He gets off of his bike and takes off his sun glasses by putting them on his shirt. Hi I am Michael he says. I say sorry I do not have any change (kidding) haha. He shakes my hand. He then tells me I know this is so weird but I just had to introduce myself and see if I could take you out on a date. I was going to get pizza. I responded I am waiting for my friend. He then says well maybe I can get your number? I am not a serial killer I promise (he is still working on his jokes 😉 I say yeah cause you’d tell me if you were. Then I get his phone to put my number in there. I start typing a fake number which I often did. I then suddenly had this thought of the convo that me and my sister had 2 days prior about how everyone just meets on apps and no one ever just comes up to you. Those were my exact words. I believed in the universe too much so I gave him my number.

Then I did something. I was recovering from a bad break up and had sworn off men. I asked my close friend to not let me get in a relationship for at least another year. So I didn’t text him for almost 3 months. He texted me and I didn’t reply anymore. I would later find out he went to a concert with his friend that night and told him how he had met his future wife and the one. Then 6 weeks later he said so how about that future wife give it up man she is not gonna text you back he was told. I had zero thought of him during that time. I didn’t even save his number with a name. I also delete all texts so I do not know how this was possible but I had his number there and his text. I had just got done studying after work. I had fallen asleep on my bed when I had a dream about him and this urgency to get in contact. I follow my dreams, not all of them, but my intuition knows which ones are needed to follow. I texted him and 10 minutes later we met at a corner bar. We went there at 9pm and closed it down. At the end I said sorry what was your name? Haha I am smooothhh ladies. He told me and we spent every second together after that.

When meeting his family and friends everyone was shocked that he came up to me like that. My family says they cant imagine it either. I am so glad he did. I am grateful he waited for me. I am thankful to the universe and God for the interaction and dream. We dated and traveled to countries and 29 states. We camped and hiked. We moved to San Diego and back to Denver. Now we have our marriage anniversary in a couple of days. We have a beautiful son. I feel luckier every year. This life is so much more beautiful with him in it. I am forever grateful.

That is how we met.

Love,

E. Maloku