When Life Has Other Plans: A Fail for NaBloPoMo, A Win for my Heart

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Cupid's Aim / Family Ties / Giving Thanks

In case you hadn’t noticed, my blog has been quiet for almost 2 week. It started with one accidental miss: around 2am the Saturday morning after I last posted, I realized that I hadn’t blogged the previous day. Then, that day was busy too. And then there was a snowstorm and more busyness…and well, here we are. So much for posting every day in December. I worried about taking on this challenge in my busiest month of the year, but I did really well at first, squeezing blogging in where I could, pushing myself to write even when it was late and I was exhausted.

But then something amazing happened. That hope I wrote about in my last post? Fulfilled. See, I met someone, a friend of a friend, at E’s middle school holiday concert. The next day he called our friend and asked about me, and then sent me a Facebook message. A couple days later I joined him to go roller-skating for his daughter’s birthday, and hung out with some other adults at his place. It was a little awkward, because I only really knew our friend and everyone else knew each other and Dude and I didn’t really get a chance to talk, but there was something. We determined we could get together for coffee the following Friday. By Monday, Friday already seemed really far away. We chatted and sent texts back and forth and asked each other questions: what kind of chocolate we liked, our thoughts on more kids (he has two), disliked food, dreams for the future, etc. By Thursday, we were already joking about marriage and babies. We had not yet had our first kiss. That was the big test on Friday, to see whether our physical chemistry was as strong as our mental and emotional connection. That was the hope I was holding Thursday night. Yeah, that test was passed with flying colors.

Two weeks to the day after we first were introduced in that middle school gymnasium, he told me he loved me, in a casual way like he had always been saying it, like it was no big deal. And it really wasn’t, because we had said it with our eyes a hundred times already.

This past Friday we went out on a group shopping trip, the two of us and our three combined kids. I knew his kids and had spent some time with them and started bonding. E had met Dude but not had any chance to get to know him, and I knew he was anxious about this whole mom dating thing (and still is, but that’s another post). E really liked him.

Yesterday, Dude came with me to my sister’s house for my nephew’s birthday party so he could meet her and her family, as well as my parents. That went well, too.

We are a match. He is not perfect, nor am I, but we are right for each other. We are alike in many good ways, and different enough to keep things interesting. We find ourselves saying things just before the other was about to say the same; yesterday we wore the same color shirt without consulting each other.

I am so in love, so filled with joy and contentment and hope. There is a little stress about how E is handling it all, but also great comfort that I have another person to lean on and share that worry with.

So, sorry, NaBloPoMo, that I missed about a third of my challenge, but it was totally worth it.

The Author

I'm a pastor. I believe in radical love and ridiculous grace. I love to sing and sew, and have a shop on Etsy. I'm trying to make my ecological footprint smaller. I have chickens who provide endless entertainment. Oh, and I'm a formerly single mom by choice, son E (born 6/00, placed 11/23/11, adoption finalized 11/21/14) and now making a life with The Dude and his two kids, Girl-E (12/02) and C (9/04). Baby Bumpy due to arrive around 5/25/15! This blog chronicles my thoughts on faith, family, and the wild adventure we call Life!

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