Miracles Come in Moments

“You’re not getting any younger, you know,” Grammy said. “You’re 30 years old! For goodness’ sake, why aren’t you married yet?”

I winced. I’d come to this restaurant to have lunch with my grandmother, not to be interrogated about my love life—or lack thereof. I was painfully aware of my age. And my relationship status. Most of my friends were already married, some with children. I could feel my own biological clock ticking.

But the typical dating scene wasn’t . I hated going to bars and trying to meet people. Really, I hated dating. The way things were going, I was headed for a life alone with only a cat for company. The only thing scarier than that image was the idea of being trapped in a marriage with the wrong person.