Today.

Around 4:45 or so this morning I awoke to pans clanging together.  He was cooking eggs, in preparation for the gym. 

He eats a lot of eggs; he doesn't love eggs, but they are practical.  Eggs are cheap, full of protein and easy to prepare. 

My thoughts, initially encompassed with frustration for having awoken, quickly shifted to respect. 

I respect the man I choose 12 years ago and his admirable ability to follow through on things like budgets, diets and workout schedules.

He has quietly stayed close in our life backdrop, giving me opportunities to pursue my dreams and proudly standing next to me as I experience the successes I have needed to feel validated. He is okay without validation; he lets me revel in it while he smiles from the stands.  I wish I could be as strong as he is. 

He is humbly compassionate, never boasting about his acts of service and puts up with my propensity for bossiness and control.  He does things like, make me nachos at 10:30 at night...just because I asked, and because he loves me. 

He is fiercely protective, and glows with pride when his Abby is near.  This past Father's Day, after Blair put on his new Broncos jersey, I watched Abby walk into her room, close the door and return a few minutes later wearing her matching jersey.  She is proud to be his daughter, as I am, his wife.  

I'll never forget the day I sat at his side as we cried together for the pain our unborn son was going to endure in his life.  I watched him pull himself together and never look back.  I'm often credited for being Deak's mother, but I could not do this without this man.  He is the glue.  He is the bather, the diaper changer and the person who patiently sits next to and feeds Deak at restaurants so I can have a break.  He feels every stare, every unkind word and every eye glanced downward in pity deeply; he is just not as prone to the emotional facebook rants as I am.  He loves that boy with all of his soul.

So, today, we will probably grill some hamburgers and watch baseball.  Nothing special.  The butterflies and passion are contained to a comfortable level and are allowed to freely burn on occasion when the bills are paid and the kids aren't around.  We've flown high, and dipped pretty low...yet, we are still here.  

Still working.  

Still loving.

I am grateful for a man who has let me become who I've needed to be, and has given me the two most amazing miracles.

Twelve years later, life is good.

Our love story...

Chapter One

Chapter Two

Chapter Three

Chapter Four

Chapter Five

Chapter Six

Happy 12 years babe.

Miracles

I walked into my bedroom a few minutes ago, and strongly felt that I needed to pick up the book on my bedside table and read. I doubted my instinct, turned on Saturday Night Live, and attempted to unwind.

But, the thought came to mind again, so strongly that I could not deny it.
So, I begrudgingly grabbed the book to the bookmarked page (held in place by a postcard written to me by a high school friend who died earlier this year), and began to read.

The book is an autobiographical account of a woman diagnosed with Borderline Personality Disorder...not necessarily a book one might call inspiring.

Nevertheless, inspiration is what I found.

A few paragraphs in, I read this prose, spoken by the writer's Priest in response to her questioning how one stops sad things from happening...

"Miracles," he said, "stop the chain. Miracles turn it around. The miracle of love. The miracle of forgiveness. The miracle of a change of heart. No one can force these miracles on anyone else, not even God. It's called free will. We can choose to be open to these miracles, or we can choose to keep our hearts closed and run from them out of fear. It's an individual choice."

Perhaps the most beautifully written description of the very lesson I have been learning since welcoming my Deak into my arms over 6 years ago.

A blessing of comfort and peace found within the pages of my crazy psychology book.

I'm thankful I listened to that little nudge tonight...

Speaking of miracles, aren't mine pretty amazing?

Today, I feel good.

During the course of a conversation Blair and I were having about life the other day, I said, "Wow. Things seem to be feeling really good right now; more so than in a long time."

Blair, smiled, turned to me and said, "Don't ever say that aloud."

We don't want to tempt fate.

Approximately six and a half years ago, I sat in our living room, on our green fabric couch, on a Sunday evening and repeated something quite similar while relaxing with my little family. 

"Things are just so perfect.  I don't think I've ever been so happy in my life."

We had just found out a few days earlier that a baby boy would be joining us, and we were ecstatic.  We had a new house, good jobs, a beautiful little 3 year old with spunk and we had each other.  

We received the news that would eventually lead us to Deak's diagnosis about 48 hours later, one of the most difficult days of my life. 

One must know bitter, in order to recognize the sweet...

I've had the opportunity lately to self-reflect.  Different situations have allowed me to really dig down deep and decide for myself who I am, and what I stand for.  I have found that I believe in more than I give myself credit for. I've also found that, as usual, I have a long way to go before I get to be the type of person I sincerely want to be. The circle of life has lead to me a momentary point of perfect hindsight; both personally and professionally. I recently accepted a new position at work and as I pondered my history, I recognized how each individual step I've taken has lead me to the place I am today.  You know, sometimes we have those experiences that make us wonder and think "Really? What good came out of this crappy situation?"  I feel privileged to understand the route I was given and am hopeful that I will rely on my past experiences to help guide me in my future endeavours.  I feel lucky to be on the right path for me and for my family. 

I feel so grateful to have had the experiences in my life that I've had.  Yes, we've had our share of "bitter," but man...I understand and feel the sweet at such a greater level because of that. I only hope to do a better job of portraying this attitude to others, especially my children. 

I am grateful for my Deak. I feel inadequate beyond measure on a daily basis, but I do try so hard to be the best mother I can be for him.  I would change Deak's struggles and take away that little Ring Chromosome if I could, but I would not change him.  He is not Ring 18.  I am so lucky to look at him with a mother's eye, as I don't see his imperfections.  I just see him...and my view is pretty sweet.

I am grateful for my Abby and her patience and tolerance for our chaotic life. I heard her chatting with a girlfriend the other day, talking about their self-coined "life-plans."  Abby stated that she was going to "Go to college, get married, have 1 baby at 23 1/2, then continue college because I am going to be a pediatrician who specializes in special needs kids and also works in the NICU. Then, I am going to have 4 more babies; 3 girls and 2 boys." 

My heart swelled with pride as I discovered how much of her "life-plan" mirrored my own history, and then had to quickly brush the tears away as she spoke about her goal to advocate and work with babies like her brother. I just love her so much.

I am grateful for my husband. I watched him lift our big 40 lb Deak up to the top of the slide at the playground last night, over and over and over again. It was a visual representation of the load he carries. Much has been required of this man, and he has responded with positivity and joy. He is the best example I know of unconditional love. 

I guess, I needed to write this.  I needed to put words to the spirit of happiness that has been running through my veins.  I needed to document this sweetness and express my gratitude for it. Are things perfect?  Far from it, but I am learning to not be afraid of what lies around the corner and instead focusing on what I can control and am feeling in the moment.

And right now, I feel good.