I got married for the first time at 51, and can absolutely relate to your story. When it comes to timing, destiny, and fate, you hit the nail on the head.

It took years to find my person, and just as many to find myself. It all came together and made sense when I finally met the man I would eventually marry (who by the way, was 57 and also never married).

As much as I would've loved to have met 30 years earlier and had children with him, it wouldn't have worked (for him either I suppose). Between right time, right place, and being in the right mind, you tend to find what you're looking for.

Congratulations Ken, and as another commenter said: "I'm dancing in your blessed honor."