Sometimes when I go into Lincoln’s room at night, I just stare at him. I mean, he is an actual live baby that is mine. That is crazy. I voice this to Chris frequently, and he just looks at me like I’m crazy. Of course he’s ours. We wanted him, and now he’s here, forever part of our lives.
I have always been one to stop abruptly and really consider what my life looks like. I think for the first five years of our marriage, I would suddenly pause and turn to Chris and say, “What the heck. We’re married.” And he’d think I was crazy, but that’s just because he isn’t quite the reflector of life that I am.
But seriously, we’re married. For going on seven years now. How did that even happen?
How is it that I woke up one day in a house that we bought? How am I finishing up my fourth year teaching at a wonderful school with amazing staff and kids? How did we stumble into a photography business that led to Chris working from home full time, so that when we did have kids, one of us was able to be with them all day?