As I began working on my novel, I started to think about how my characters would feel about various concepts such as fate and love at first sight. It got me thinking about my own views on these topics. And I realized I wasn’t sure—I really hadn’t spent that much time pondering them before. My gut reaction was that I believe in fate but not in love at first sight. Lust, yes, but love, no. To truly love someone you need to know them, and how well can you really know a stranger you just laid eyes on? Sure, it happens in books and in the movies, but I don’t know anyone in real life that fell in love with their spouse on the spot. I started thinking that I was a cynic and how could I write romance novels with a skeptical point of view on a key tenant of most romance novels?
And then it hit me, I do believe in love at first sight.
And it’s happened to me: twice. I can even tell you the dates. The first time was on November 1, 2007 and the second was July 27, 2010. When the Doctor handed me my daughter, and my son the second time around, I fell in love, instantaneously and without question. I had spent almost a year waiting to meet the little miracle growing inside of me, and seeing my child for the first time is indescribable. So yes, I do believe in love at first sight. I guess I’m not such a cynic after all.