Hours after I had caught the bus to return home a man named Derick got on— dressed in all yellow. When he sat next to me, I knew this was a sign from God that we were going to be married and change the world together.
Some of the memories are hazy. I do remember spending the night in many hotel rooms, trading my car in for a convertible, and buying a ring with my parent’s credit card. When we got to my house we gathered up my stuff and set out, following what God had intended for us. We were taking it one step at a time. The first step was to get married.