Copyright – Ted Strutz

The Perfect Fit

“I almost missed the ferry and snagged the very last booth.”

“Because they’re the best, right Mommy?”

“Right”, Claire replied stroking Molly’s curls.

“More!”

“He asked to share and we started talking. It felt like we’d known each other forever.”

“And he pulled out a puzzle just like this.”

“Yes, just like this. Piece by piece, fitting like a glove, we knew. Neither of us wanted it to end so we rode the ferry back and forth all day.”

“Mommy?”

‘Yes Sweety?’

“And that’s how you picked out Daddy.”

Claire smiled, kissing Molly’s forehead as the ferry left the dock.
 
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Here in Seattle Ferrys are common. One of my bosses once suggested I ride the ferry if I wanted to meet a man. Apparently they are quite the hot spot for matchmaking. Though as a married man I’m not sure whether to trust his intel. And as a little girl I remember asking my mom to tell me over and over again about how she met my Dad. About how they fell in love. As if that very story explained me. When I saw Ted’s photo these two thoughts collided and I imagined a perfect day riding the ferry back and forth with no care in the world other then getting to know a man I’d just met but felt like I’d known my entire life.