Isn't it strange to think that your husband, the one you love so much now and know so well, used to be a stranger? He used to go through everyday, doing everyday things without you. He used to wake up every morning and eat his cereal and imagine how his day would play out. And you weren't in it. He used to go to school and work and come home. All without you. He was always looking and always wanting to find you. But he didn't know it was you. Then one day, he met you, a stranger. He knew nothing about you and you knew nothing about him. You became friends, then companions, then the only people you can image each other with. Now you can't image life without him. Now, isn't is strange to think that he used to be a stranger.