We visited the outlet mall in search for a suede jacket. My husband, Nate, is graduating with his PhD this fall and it is a well known fact that PhD’s need suede jackets. Plus, ten-year anniversaries are exciting. Suede jacket exciting.
We went to dinner, ate while passing the baby-that-hates-the-car-seat back and forth and picked up a movie from Red Box. We are so exciting.
We had plans to watch a movie while I nursed the baby, play a game or two, and cuddle in bed. Such activities are a commodity when you have four kids running around.
We popped Lone Ranger in the DVD player and sat back to relax when the phone rang. Ignoring it, we turned the volume up.
It rang again.
It turned out that our seven-year old had the stomach bug. He was pale and ready to lose everything he had consumed since the beginning of time.
We kissed for a minute and then hurried out the door to pick up our son. Our kid puked on the highway and wanted to puke again when he got home.
We tucked all four kids in bed – with pots and buckets near by just in case – and climbed in bed together. Exhausted. Cuddle time happened, but it was interrupted on regular intervals. It reminded me of that Phil Vasser song: Just Another Day in Paradise.
Even though our day was interrupted and not what we planned it to be, it was wonderful. Perfect because I spent the day with my best friend. The last ten years of marriage have been a dream come true and I am so happy that he chose me.
But not everyone gets their happy endings. I’ve mentioned before that my favorite kind of books are the books that make me appreciate my life for what it is right now. Julie Kibler’s latest novel Calling Me Home, did just that. Based on a true story, the book takes place in the early 1900’s in Kentucky. The fight for love is real when Isabelle falls in love with a black man. Fighting against heaven and earth, the two of them try to find a place where they can simply love each other in a world that calls it illegal. The ending is both happy and sad but extremely powerful. The line we draw in the sand separating us from those we believe to be different is so hurtful and wrong. In the end, all that matters is love. Destroying those imaginary lines is worth any obstacles we might encounter.
Throughout history, happiness has been sacrificed for power and control – over and over again. I think it is important to acknowledge that power and control never breed happiness. The two of them together create an internal hunger that can never be satisfied. The addiction grows until one day we abandon those we love for a hunger that never goes away.
The book left me with a renewed gratitude for the life and love I have every day and a desire to love the world a little more. I am grateful for the ten-years I have had to love my husband and family comfortably and I dream of a world where everyone else can do the same.