My husband and I clearly do not mind making things interesting, and perhaps more stressful than most would care to take on. His calm demeanor balances me out when my anxiety starts to climb, and when he starts to stress it’s my turn to find a solution.
When we got married, it was only a year after the pandemic hit, he was finishing college, and I was a first year teacher. And we only had a seven month engagement, so there was lots to pack in during a stressful year in our school/career paths. Most people I talked to were so shocked I decided to get married while in my first year, but honestly wedding planning was what kept me sane during that time. Apparently we just like chaos and full schedules. Down time? We don’t know what that is.
So naturally, of course we would build our house in the same year we were expecting our first child. As things go, we also cut it very close to our son’s due date with moving in. We officially moved in the Sunday before our son made his entrance that following Friday. We came home from the hospital on a Sunday, marking a week we had been moved in to our new house. That last week before going into labor we busted our tails in getting things ready too.
Besides the house preparation, I worked full time, taught a class part-time, and helped coach volleyball up until my due date. Fortunately, I only felt really tired the last week of my pregnancy, took a half day the day before he came and slept in on the day my son arrived. I was going to head to work for a bit but didn’t make it because that boy was coming on his due date, which apparently is pretty rare.
October has always been my favorite month. As I got older, it has only been made sweeter and more special. My husband and I had our first date in October seven years ago, a week before my 20th birthday. We picked up our wedding bands on that same anniversary four years ago during our engagement. Now, we have moved in to our forever home and welcomed our son in this most special month. This year on our dating anniversary we reminiscied while watching our son get his newborn pictures taken.
To top it off, the number ten is both mine and Daniel’s favorite number! So when the tenth month rolls around each year, we get to enjoy looking back on all of these memories and find ways to celebrate how far we have come in our lives together. The baby snuggles and watching Daniel become a father has definitely been my celebration this month.
As a believer in Jesus, I don’t really believe in coicincendes. Even through stressful moments in my life, especially when the big events come, I believe they are all a part of a special plan God laid out for us. I look back at all these memories, good and bad, and just feel immense gratitude for the faithfulness and goodness of God.
This year, this month, our lives have been completely changed. We not only became homeowners, but guardians and earthly parents to a beautiful child sent from our Heavenly Father.
Thank you Jesus for the gift of October, the fall season, and the biggest blessing that came from the union of the love between me and my husband. All things good come from you, Lord!
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