The scene: my wedding reception.
Toasts have just been completed by my dad, the maid of honor, the best man, and freshly minted husband. I unexpectedly grab the mic.
“Zach was scheduled to give the final toast tonight, but his days of having the last word are over.”
The crowd goes wild. The laughter dies down. People shift in their seats and drink from their Mason jars.
“After we got engaged, Zach playfully asked me if he was the man of my dreams. I thought for a second and said, ‘Nope. I never could have thought you up.’ Zach, you are unlike anyone I’ve ever met, and unlike anyone I could have predicted for myself. So, no, you are not the man of my dreams. But you are the man that I love.”
Why am I sharing this story, and why did the table of bridesmaids produce enough tears to fill a punch bowl?
Because there is extraordinary power in being open to the unexpected.
It requires vulnerability. It means experiencing rather than controlling.
Can you stay open to the unexpected?
Because sometimes your imagination just can’t do justice to what’s in store for you.
In the comments, I’d love to hear if you’ve been pleasantly surprised by something you couldn’t predict.