One grey afternoon my daughter and I were waiting in the car for her siblings to get out of school. It was misting and small droplets of rain speckled the windows. Suddenly a small, green frog hopped up out of nowhere unto my daughter’s window. “Oooh, look, daddy,” she said, and began to stroke his little feet through the window. After a few moments she sighed and with pouty lips asked me, “Daddy, when will my prince arrive?” Then she asked in a whisper, “Shall I kiss him?”

Those who have found Love at least once in their life know that you never know. We almost can’t know when Love will enter our life’s path because it can come at any time from any trajectory. Love comes to us in the most unlikely ways, from unlikely places, at unlikely times. And most of us get to kiss a few frogs (and toads) along the way.

I told my daughter what my mother told me. (I later found out that my grandmother taught my mother, and for all I know, my great grandmother may have taught my grandmother the saying.) Anyway, the family saying is that “every pot has its lid,” meaning there is someone for everyone.

Of course, knowing that we have a lid out there somewhere doesn’t help us locate him or her. But the knowledge helps us to keep searching after we’ve tried several lids and notice that each and everyone has flaws. Lids may be too small, too large, or just plain ill fitting. They may be dented, or scratched, or failing to seal around us, just plain let the steam escape.

But knowing there is a lid out there, you keep searching. Until one day. One day you are thunderstruck. The perfect lid walks into your room, walks into your life, and walks into your soul. Is it dented and scratched? Yes. Do you care? No! The dents and scratches shape the lid and look at that, her warps fill yours. It’s the perfect fit; the seal is tight, the steam stays put. The pot, stained and dented in all the right places, is also a perfect fit for the lid that came out of nowhere.