It was a mil­lion tiny lit­tle things that, when you added them all up, they meant we were sup­pose to be to­geth­er … and I knew it. I knew it the very first time I touched her. It was like com­ing home … on­ly to no home I’d ever known … I was just tak­ing her hand to help her out of a car and I knew. It was like … magic.

— Sleep­less in Seattle