Muffin and I – yes that is my husband’s name, it suits him – were married a couple years after my dad passed away. We experienced all the fun stuff before the wedding, like marriage classes on Friday night, all Saturday, and Sunday, and we still got married. Win for us!
Muffin gave me a glimpse of what he might have been like in school, putting the end of the pencil eraser in my ear, doodling on our assignments, and writing sweet notes to me. I have to say though men will be men. Watching all the other couples, the ladies paid attention and their hubbies…didn’t. We had to fill out 100 questions separately and submit them before the classes started. Little did I know it was to see how compatible we were. Well, we passed everything, except one lower scored section. And naturally, we argued about getting low scores. What is the low scoring section you ask? Communication. Yup, pretty ironic to fight about how we communicate. After each couple finished their review, we learned a very valuable lesson. Each and every one of us had low scores in that department. Apparently communication is one of the toughest things to do with someone.
A good marriage is how you overcome your differences and work as a team: a unit. We were on the road to start a new chapter in our lives together. I had always dreamed of what my wedding was going to be like. I can honestly say it was an amazing day, and I know my dad was there with us. We were married in a beautiful cathedral that had an amazing ambiance, surrounded by everyone we loved. I remember during the ceremony we couldn’t take our eyes off each other. There was this energy coming off of us. No matter how crazy we are, both of us are stubborn enough to make anything work.
Our reception was a crazy mix of people, but when you brought them together it made for an amazing celebration. Might I add that Muffin’s family is Irish and Italian, and mine is a primarily a Polish mix. Makes for some funny memories! Amazing food was served, drinks were poured, everyone young or old was dancing, and the night flew by with so much happiness. You know how they say it goes by so quick? Well, it’s true. You spend a year planning this amazing day, and if you don’t slow down and take in every moment, it’s over in the blink of an eye.
Everything was now falling into place. I had an amazing husband who would do anything for me. We were healthy, had good jobs, had amazing families, amazing friends, and everything felt complete. However, we were missing just one thing, a baby. We both were ready for one and had no doubts in our mind that it was time to have a little cutie running around the house, making noise, and giving us someone to love unconditionally.
There were moments I was scared. After all, I was never surrounded by younger kids, not to mention babies. Sure my brother is 3 years younger than me, but most of our family is in Europe, so we didn’t see them all the time. I didn’t know anything. Also, trying to imagine a little being in my tummy moving and growing, well, in my head I imagined things like aliens – I guess I have seen one too many horror movies and have an over active imagination! Even though these thoughts were running through my head I knew it was going to be the most amazing decision in our lives. So I decided to jump off the birth control train, and we began the fun task of trying to make our little bundle of joy.