The topic of soul mates came up this past weekend when my husband made a comment about us being soul mates and our 25-year-old niece asked if we really believed in one true soul mate. At the time, I said that I wasn’t sure about the one true soul mate idea, but that I do believe that there are people with whom we connect more closely and that a marriage based on that type of connection is a wonderful thing. Since then I’ve been doing a lot of thinking about soul mates. What does the term mean? Is there really one person amongst all those in the world that is best suited for another specific person? Do we put too much emphasis on the idea of finding the “right one”? I have a lot of questions, but not necessarily a lot of answers. What I do know is that I cannot imagine that there is anyone else who would fit with me as well as my husband does. As he said, “I haven’t met anyone that would,” and neither have I.
While getting ready this morning, I asked my husband if he thinks we would have connected in the same way if we’d met later in our lives or is part of our connection that we’ve grown-up together. He laughed and said that he could imagine us meeting at a Ducks’ football game. He said he’d be the person behind me saying, “Lady, will you please sit down! And quit that awful screaming thing you’re doing.” I like to think that my enthusiasm at football games is one of my traits that my husband somewhat adores about me; however, if he didn’t already love me, perhaps he’d find that trait (and many others, I’m sure) annoying rather than adorable. Then again, maybe the reason we’re soul mates is because we find even those little annoying traits to be somewhat adorable.
I read a magazine article recently that made the point: a good marriage is one where both partners feel they’ve gotten a good deal. My husband and I will celebrate our 31st anniversary next week and, one true soul mate or not, I got a great deal and I try to do all I can to make sure my husband feels the same way.