While running errands tonight, it dawned on me that six years ago this week, I had moved all most of my worldly possessions out of my dad and mom's house and into my tiny little townhouse apartment over an hour away from home. I had just started my "grown-up" job at an engineering firm, and I cried all the way home on my first day at work, thinking I had made a horrible mistake. (I learned later that it was one of the best things I have ever done to take that job.) Mike was still in school and living in an off-campus filthy ancient house with five other guys. We were about six months out from our wedding.

I look back at the naive me with a bit of fondness. Yes - times were changing, but at that point I could not picture where Mike and I would be in six years. And if I could have, I doubt I would have pictured it the way it really is. Mike a police officer - what?! He was supposed to be a landscape architect. Me still working at the engineering firm?! No way. I should be a stay-at-home mom with a couple of kids nows.

But our plans don't always align with God's plans. Mike is in a career that he loves. I recently got a promotion at work, and I am loving my new responsibilities. No, we don't have kids yet - but all of our friends do - so we dote on them. We have tons of "nieces" and "nephews" and for right now - that is enough.

What I am trying to say is this: Life is good. I am happy. I love my husband to pieces. I am truly blessed!



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