I just woke up. I had been asleep solid for six hours, that’s pretty good in my book.
Being trapped in a nightmare the whole time? Not so much.
Of all random dreams; one’s involving an ex-wife are just strange in today’s world.
Being on some mission trip with one and their spouse? Even stranger.
That was my nightmare. Along with being told by the spouse why I need to forgive, accept responsibility, and move forward in life.
You know the best part of that nightmare? Selfishly? Darco was in that nightmare, and she was gorgeous.
Waking up to her silent, sleepy body has never felt so nice.
I’m going back to bed now.
Hello old friend.
Life slows down for no one; this is the concept that I’ve learned to embrace over the past week, month, and year. Interestingly enough, this time a year ago I was asked by an administrator if I’d stay, as a sub, for a teacher-in-service day at the school that I had been a substitute teacher in for a few weeks. Continue reading
Against just about every odds within the realm of humanity Darco and I were approved for an apartment last night.
1 mile from her store (also equates to 1 mile away from Starbucks for me).
3 miles from my school.
10 minutes from our grocery store.
Move in date is October 28th.
Let the good times roll.
All day at a softball tournament watching family play. My wife later tells me to go home and relax.
It’s a simple statement, but crazy sweet. The day after a week of school has come to be known as my desperate plea for rest. Teaching is rewarding, but exhausting.
Afternoon naps can wait.
What was to be a quick recharge became a REM nightmare. I woke up out of a nap…a nap…in an anxiety attack.
It was terrifying. Sweating, pulse racing, fighting nausea, and trying to figure out where I was. After a few frightening seconds I came to my senses and reflected back on the nightmare I got locked into.
I was back home. Living on scraps behind the local Subway. I had lost everything, even a motivation to live. All I cared about was life once upon a time, my undying joy of fried foods, and the reality in the middle of winter that I had nowhere to live.
That’s the dumbest, most trivial thing that I could be scared of. However, heading into the school year…I’m having fun. I’m challenged, I’m laughing, and my wife is happy because of it.
That’s a life I’m terrified to lose.
I will not go back into that darkness.
I will not.
Waking up August 2nd continues to put a smile on my face. Four years ago it was because I was starting a new job, a new life, all in a new city.
Kind of hard to imagine, at that time, anything in life that could surpass that type of anniversary.
A wedding will easily trump that. Perhaps I’m finally getting old, but it’s hard to believe that Darco and I have known each other for 3 1/2 years, have been together for 3 years, and now officially married for 2 years.
I appreciate the fact that there’s still so much to learn about one another; that learning process never stops. At the same time watching our growth as individuals and as a couple has been fascinating.
Yesterday was calm and quiet. It revolved around our house church group and planning the future. Relocating to the city, selling vehicles, etc…we can’t deny the reality that we’re adults doing “adult things” (Darco embraces that truth far better compared to myself).
Either way, here’s to another year of adventures, stories, and memories. Make no mistake, even through the chaos of our lives, in the end I can look at my wife and acknowledge how beautifully blessed I am.
Note: Anniversary cake two years in the freezer...not so much.
There is a rumor that I have a wife…
There is also a rumor that she’s a ghost…