Vern Has a Friend Named Jake

My husband has this friend named Jake. He met Jake on his first day of chiropractic school.

Vern and Jake often talk about how serendipitous it was that they should meet. For instance, if Vern would have gone to chiropractic school right out of college instead of spending five years as an elementary teacher first, he would have never been in the same class as Jake and they never would have met. Or, if Jake would have done whatever he had done in his life previously just a little differently, he would have never met Vern.

But the stars aligned, Vern and Jake met each other, and now Jake is the godfather of our baby Peace. If Vern and Jake hadn't met each other at that fateful scavenger hunt on the first day of class almost three years ago, Vernon wouldn't be the wonderful man he is today. And Jake wouldn't be who he is today if he had never met Vernon. And Peace would have a different godfather.

Isn't it funny how fate works? It just WORKS sometimes, you know? Actually, it probably works ALL THE TIME, we just don't always realize how it's working.

Vern and I used to talk about how fateful it was that we happened to meet. (We don't really talk about this anymore because we're too busy talking about how he and Jake met.) If my friend Tory had never gone to Chris Gerskavich's graduation reception, I would have never met Vernon. If Tory had never called Vernon (and his brother Dennis) to come to our tent when we were camping at a county park next to his home in Florian, Minnesota, I would have never met Vernon. And if I would have never met Vernon, all of this never would have happened.

And we would have never had Ocean. And we would have never had Ezra.

And Jake would never have been the godfather of our new baby Peace.

Funny how life works, isn't it?