I’m a date person. And no, I don’t mean going on dates or eating dates. I mean remembering dates. I have always had a good memory for dates. I used to be able to do a little circus trick of “you tell me a random date (though it had to be a date that I lived through) and I will tell you what day of the week it was on.” Since having kids the days kind of get lost in a shuffle and I’m not as accurate as I used to be, but still, I like dates.
In the world of dates, April 20 is kind of a big one for me. And not for any historical reasons or drug-related ones, thank goodness. But it has significance for me personally in that 10 years ago it was the day my last pre-Brian relationship ended and 9 years ago it was the day that my relationship with Brian started. I spent nearly a year moping around and being heartbroken over the previous relationship and on the anniversary of that sad event, Brian and I happened. It was kind of a sweet redemption for the previous year’s heartache.
And this year? 2014? It was Easter. A day of celebrating true and lasting redemption. A day I spent with my family of five doing all the typical Easter-y things. Wearing cute clothes, going to church, doing an egg hunt, eating chocolate, cooking a delicious Easter dinner, and spending time with friends. I am of course thankful for the meaning behind Easter and for day set aside to remember the Resurrection. But this year, April 20, 2014 was also a good reminder for me of God’s faithfulness to me in my personal life. Not just my spiritual life, but in my relational and emotional one too.
Most days life gets busy and I’m running around feeling like the world is spinning and that I might be going a little crazy in this whole motherhood thing. But yesterday I stopped and looked at my life and thought, “Wow. This is my husband. These are my kids. This is my house. These are our traditions. This my life.” It sounds silly, because, really, who else could these kids belong to? But I sometimes get so lost in the busy-ness of it all that I forget what a privilege it is. And what a blessing. And how amazing that my angsty college-self is gone and I get to be a mostly grown-up woman, close to being 30 and just a little more settled. How thankful I am that the person who fretted for almost a year about a lost love and if there would ever be another one is long gone. I’m close to eight years of marriage to the perfect man for me and we are raising our family and celebrating life together.
So I’m supremely thankful today for every day since April 20, 2004 and how it’s led me to right now. I wish I could go back to my heartbroken self ten years ago and give her this picture. The one where my smile is tired but real. Where I’m holding a sweet baby girl and leaning on my handsome husband. Where my boys are smiling big with anticipation of the Easter baskets waiting in the dining room of the house we renovated ourselves. Where life isn’t easy but it is so blessed. And happy. So very happy.