Coincidences—are they merely random occurrences, or are they signs of something deeper? Personally, I tend to believe that some events are too remarkable to dismiss as mere chance. The beauty of these so-called coincidences often reveals a more intricate tapestry of fate.
Nestled just outside Edinburgh, Musselburgh is a charming Scottish town that doesn’t typically attract many tourists. However, during my time studying abroad in Dalkeith, I embraced the local lifestyle and was eager to discover nearby coastal gems. Longing for the sunny shores of my college town, I boarded a bus to the nearest beach. Upon arrival, Musselburgh immediately reminded me of Corpus Christi with its lively skate park, sandy stretches, and quaint boats bobbing in the harbor. I cherished exploring on my own, as it afforded me the freedom to shape my day.
As I wandered aimlessly across a pedestrian bridge, I couldn’t help but notice the love locks that adorned it, albeit sparsely. Unlike the famous ones in Paris, the locks here carried unique stories. Each one represented a special connection to this town, making it all the more meaningful. Captivated by the town’s charm, I decided to commemorate my own relationship with a love lock for my boyfriend. Leaving the States had been heart-wrenching, especially since we had just started dating a few weeks before. To cope with the challenges of long-distance love, I threw myself into adventures in new towns.
In a race against time, I scoured local shops for a lock, knowing the last bus back to Dalkeith would depart in an hour. A little dollar store finally yielded a pink padlock. I hastily grabbed a black sharpie to inscribe our names, along with a pair of scissors to open the packaging. In my excitement, I cut my finger, leaving a mark of “true love” on the lock. Little did I know, this would be the beginning of a remarkable story.
Rushing to the bridge, I sought the perfect spot for our lock, ensuring there was space for another in the future. I buried one of the keys near a nearby bench, planning to send one to my boyfriend and keep the last for myself. With my mission accomplished, I dashed to the bus station, satisfied with my adventure.
Fast forward to August 4, 2017—my study abroad trip concluded with a heartfelt reunion at the airport. That night, we celebrated our love in a way that would soon lead to parenthood. As February rolled around, I wanted to gift my fiancé something special, and an idea struck me: a love lock featuring our baby’s name. We had often discussed returning to Scotland, and I envisioned a family trip where we could add our baby’s lock beside ours. After a quick search on Etsy, I found the perfect lock that could even showcase our baby’s ultrasound picture.
On Valentine’s Day, he unwrapped the gift, thrilled alongside a heart-shaped box of chicken nuggets. I knew Mike would be an incredible father. However, when our son, Maxon, arrived, he faced health challenges that required blood transfusions and a stay in the NICU. It was a daunting experience, but the dedicated nurses reassured us through the turmoil.
One day, I met the head nurse, whose accent struck a familiar chord. Upon learning she had lived in Scotland, I excitedly shared my love lock story. To my astonishment, she was traveling to London soon and offered to take our lock to her friend in Scotland who could place it on the bridge. Although skeptical, I felt a sense of destiny and decided to let her carry our love across the ocean.
Months passed without news until, one day, we received photos confirming that our lock had reached the Musselburgh bridge. The pink lock had weathered Scotland’s rain but was still intact, alongside our son’s lock. It was a touching reminder of how interconnected our lives can be, facilitated by the kindness of strangers.
Our journey didn’t end there. As we prepared for our wedding the following year, I purchased another lock from Etsy as my “something blue.” Excited to celebrate our honeymoon in Scotland, we stayed at the same palace where I had studied abroad. Fate smiled upon us when we were assigned the same room I had once occupied, making our time there even more special.
When the day finally came to visit Musselburgh, we were filled with excitement and trepidation. It had been a year since we placed Maxon’s lock and two years since mine had been added. Having heard of lovelock bridges being cleared, I worried about what we might find. We retraced my previous journey on the same bus route and, to our delight, discovered that our locks remained, perfectly preserved. We added our third lock, and this time, we tossed the key into the water, symbolizing our enduring love. Our family’s story now rests on that charming Scottish bridge, and we hope to continue adding to it in the years to come.
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In summary, our love locks on that bridge in Musselburgh represent more than mere coincidences; they embody our journey, love, and connections—intertwined across time and space.
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