Surprise! Happy 7th Anniversary:)

The last two days have been an emotional roller coaster. We “pulled the goalie” but I am still nervous about that. It’s a terribly exciting, yet also terrifying thought for the Type A wife of an often travelling husband. Sunday morning before church, it appeared that a new journey was not in the cards…at least not this month. Yesterday was our anniversary. Despite reminiscing about our stunning day 7 years ago, I woke up mad. I was mad at myself for being mad, but I was…at him. I was mad that I had tripped over 2 pairs of crocks on my way to bed and the whole pile of swim suits and towels from the pool earlier that day. I know that cleaning, tidying and laundry are my job, but I also feel like it’s not too much ask for someone else to move them out of the way if he literally has to step over them to get to bed. Afterall, the laundry room is on the way to the bedroom! Am I the only wife that struggles with,
         A) Do I mention something that’s bugging me because it’s not fair to him if I’m mad at him but I don’t even tell him why? I shouldn’t have expectations of him if I don’t let him know what those expectations are. Or…
         B) Do I keep my mouth shut b/c it doesn't come naturally to him think, “Oh, I’ll just drop this pile off by the laundry room on my way to bed” and chances are, my mentioning it is not to going to change anything. And again, we both know it’s my job anyway. So I hem and haw and ruin the morning. Mission accomplished? I don’t think so:(

During nap time, I take advantage of the working-from-home schedule and go visit a friend who is dealing with a devastating pregnancy. My spirits are lifted by our conversation about church, TV shows, planting flowers, and weddings. We dealt with the elephant in the room and talked of the precious baby that is not developing properly in her womb, but we mostly laughed and enjoyed each other.

When I arrived back home late afternoon, I’m thinking again about Sunday morning. More than a day and half ago now, that brief sign that quickly faded has not returned. Should we get the pink box out of the bathroom closet that has a leftover stick in it from Margaret? Hmmm? What the heck. Why not? It would make for a good story… on our anniversary. So we parked the kids in front of something mesmerizing and followed the instructions on the expired box. Look. There’s one line. Hmmm. There’s always one line really quickly. “How long does it say to wait?” “Let me look again.” “Wait. What’s that? Is it? No. It’s too faint. Our eyes are playing tricks on us. But…..are they…or is that?” Giggle, Dad. Giggle, Mom. Look childishly at each other. “Huh? Well what do you know?!?”, grinning from ear to ear. !@#$%^&* Elation. Fear. Joy. Insecurity. Take a picture of the two lines just in case you wake from a dream. Kiss the kids goodnight. Kiss Daddy “Thank you” for putting them both down later so I can go to Mom's Group at church. Stuff emotions back down. Leave for meeting.  Chat normally with Pastor's wife and gals. 

Whew. Happy 7^th Anniversary!