Stephen and I got married planning on waiting to have children. We were told by everyone that you have to wait a few years to have children to build a foundation in your marriage. So we did what we thought was responsible at the time and did what we could to prevent getting pregnant.
After we were married for a few months we had a quiet evening working around our little home and with a slip of a hand our wedding glasses were broken. I found myself bursting into tears. What was wrong with me! Stephen stood there looking at me compassionately and awkwardly giving me a pat on the shoulder. I had a doctor's appointment the next day and Stephen tactfully suggested that maybe I should just have them give me a pregnancy test - just in case.
The next day I sat in the doctor's office laughing at the idea that I could be pregnant - I had told the doctor like Stephen said but of course I wasn't . . .
Then the doctor walked in and said " Well you are"
And I replied " no, I am not, I just had you take the test in case."
She said " No, I mean I ran the test and you are pregnant"
I could never fully describe the feelings I had that day. I walked home from the doctors giggling the whole way. I sat around our home and then paced and sat and then paced - waiting in anticipation for Stephen to come home. I plotted all the ways I was going to tell him. How could I surprise him?! After many ideas I decided to hide the pregnancy test in the cabinet and when he came home weary and ready for a rest I would send him to the cabinet to get a plate while I would get the food.
Well he came home, wiped out and grungy, having worked a good man's day of hard labor.
I threw open the door to him, gave him a hug and said "come in, come in let me get you a snack!"
" W e l l l e t me take off my boots ", He drawled. by now I am hopping up and down in one spot about to explode. " You can get the plate" I said. " Oh I w i l l in a minute" as he bent over and unlaced his other boot. I could stand it no longer! I bent at the waist so I was upside down , all my hair standing on end and looked at him and said "YOU ARE GOING TO BE A DADDY!"
That brought a spark of life back into him :D He jumped up and said " I am?". Then as I nodded my head he grabbed me around the waist and swung me in circles and we danced around the dining room. I never will forget that moment.
In our home one of the favorite birthday traditions is that the birthday boy/girl gets to pick all the meals of the day. We had waffles with whipping cream, strawberries and blueberries for breakfast. Chili for lunch (boy, do I have a story about his love of chili) and then a big adult size steak from Outback.
|Caleb got to pick out two picks from the Focus on the Family bookstore. (The one on the left is now ours till a later date and he gets to pick another- just a disclaimer)|