On May 18, 1980, at 8:32 in the morning, Mt. St. Helens erupted. It was the deadliest and most destructive volcanic eruption in U.S. history.

On that same day, a 32 year-old geologist was living in New Zealand with his wife, and a 26 year-old buyer for Nordstrom was living in Tigard, Oregon with her husband.

A month later that same geologist was back for a short visit to the U.S. for a family wedding in the state of Washington. Borrowing a car, he drove from Seattle to the Cascades Volcano Observatory in Vancouver, WA, where he handed his CV to the scientist in charge of hiring. Returning to New Zealand he began applying for teaching positions. In September of that same year he received a call from that same scientist who offered him a job. He accepted the position, moved to Vancouver, where he worked as a research scientist studying lahars (mudflows), like the one that occurred on Mt. St. Helens. His family grew as he and his wife welcomed two daughters into their home.

The 26 year-old buyer watched the eruption on the news, fascinated by the immense power that only the natural world can wield. She continued her career in the fashion industry, and she and her husband brought two daughters into the world too.

In 1989 both of their marriages ended.

They were each single for 5 years.

In 1993 the then 45 year-old geologist placed a personal ad in a local newspaper favored by urban professionals. The then 40 year-old fashionista wasn’t looking for love, but while building a fire for the pizza-and-a-movie night she and her young daughters had every Friday, the words Romantic Scientist caught her eye as she crumpled up a page of the newspaper. An oxymoron if she’d ever heard one. But there was something about that ad that intrigued her. On a whim she wrote a letter to the romantic nerd, stuck a photo of herself with her daughters in the envelope, and drove it to the nearby postoffice before she lost her nerve.

A few days later she received a phone call from the geologist.

They’ve been married now for 29 years.

If Mt. St. Helens hadn’t erupted the geologist would have taken a professorship at a university somewhere, wouldn’t have adopted his two incredible daughters, or placed an ad in a paper on the West Coast. He wouldn’t have met the love of his life, nor would she have met hers. They wouldn’t have had the chance to love and raise their four shared daughters, welcome sons-in-law and grand littles, and build a crazy good life together.

43 years after the eruption of Mt. St. Helens I am still amazed at the forces that converge to shape the lives we have. At how we are all part of a great worldwide web of connection that can create a seismic shift in our lives in the blink of an eye, or in this case, the explosion of a mountain.