Wednesday, May 23, 2012
We didn't have a dime then, so we never had a honeymoon. We just moved into our little apartment, and I had so much fun organizing our wedding gifts into the cupboards and shelves. One night, we mentally removed all the furniture that had been given to us to see what we really "owned": we were left with a second hand dining room table and our mattress.
I had about $40 a week for groceries, which was plenty, but I still worried over the list and then walked to the store and back.
Although we'd been together for 3 1/1 years, that first year was such a year of discovery and fun. I realized he didn't talk at the dinner table - he'd been taught not to as a child. For me, the dinner table was where you met at the end of the day to report the day's news, share events, yack, yack, yack....and he was silent. That was funny - and frustrating - to me.
Oh, I thought I'd get pregnant right away. And I didn't. And didn't. And didn't. And the realization of infertility slowly dawned.
25 years? Oh, my gosh. My prayer today is that we have at least 25 more...because it really hasn't been enough time yet with the most wonderful man in the world.