On Valentine’s Day 2015, my husband told me he was ready to begin trying for children. We had only been married for about three and a half months at that point, but we both knew we were ready. Still, the thought of actively trying to have a baby was surreal. Just a few years prior to us getting married, I was vocal about never wanting to have kids.But what my mom always said was true – when I found the right person, that would change. I was eager, excited, and hopeful that it would happen soon.
As previously discussed, my husband works in restaurant management so, needless to say, he has a very hectic schedule…and fantastic kitchen prowess. We are often not together at night for dinner, but when we are, I love showing off my own culinary skills for him.
Valentine’s Day means many different things to many different people – a sweet day for romance, a sad reminder of being single, a day for protesting commercial America, or just another day on the calendar. For us, Valentine’s Day is the perfect symbol of the harmony between our love, understanding, appreciation, and support for each other. We enjoyed sleeping in before J had to get ready for work one of the busiest (and profitable) days of the year for the restaurant industry. At the beginning of his shift, he sent me a picture of their seating system – 160 tables waiting. It’s amazing to me that J excels under such pressure, but I’m happy being the at-home housewife of a restaurateur, thankyouverymuch.
My husband and I recently found ourselves on our first big marriage adventure. He was offered a position as part of the management staff at a brand new Cheesecake Factory location. Out of state. We were both thrilled that he was approached by a company he had never worked for, but had heard a lot about his work ethic, dedication, and drive to succeed thanks to his wonderful brother-in-law, a Cheesecake Factory veteran.
Not even 2 years ago, I was engaged to be married to someone I thought was right for me. There was my mistake. The decision was made by me and my (lack of) judgment. I have always found myself drawn to “broken” people – hurting, lost, damaged, in need of love or some sort of rescue that I selfishly thought I could provide. It made me feel needed and fulfilled a gave me a sense of dependence from the other person. Under those standards, I had found my Prince Charming. It wasn’t until 2 weeks before the wedding that God slapped me in the face, turned my attention back to Him, and told me I was about to go through with something that would ultimately make me unhappy and unfulfilled. I listened and called off the wedding. It was the best decision of my life.