I was single and rarely even dated (had one foot in the convent) until I was 36. Now I've been with my hubby for 18...I love him, I love the companionship, I love the life we've built for/with each other and I have a life I couldn't even have imagined living back in those lonely, very poor (and hungry) solitary years. And yet, if I had the chance to do it all over again, I honestly don't know if I would. There's something deep inside of me that still feels drawn to monastic life. I think that if I ever became single again, I'd probably look into joining a hermitage (not a convent).

But every single day, I'm grateful for this life and this man and am absolutely certain that he is/was a gift from God Himself, probably to keep me OUT of the convent, LOL. I once sent a letter to God in which I had written out a list of everything I wanted in a life partner. Not long after sending that letter off my balcony, hubby showed up in my life - and was everything on the list.