Yes Yes Yes!
My husband and I traditionally like to commemorate the anniversary of the day we met by doing something to show our thanks to God and Our Lady for bringing us together. We met at a rosary prayer meeting, so typically we would do something like go to Mass together, leave a rose at the feet of the Blessed Mother, or just pray a rosary together.
On Friday, everyone in my house was sick. My daughter had caught hand, foot and mouth disease which is about as horrible as it sounds. I had started in with a fever earlier in the week, which turned out to be a completely unrelated strep infection, my husband had taken the day off work because he too was beginning to get a fever, and it looked like my son was starting in on the fun as well. While I shuffled through the house, groggy, unshowered and still in my pajamas, my husband looked up at me from the couch and said “Happy Anniversary”.
I looked around at my home, in complete disarray from the 10th day of illness I’d been battling; my husband lying on the couch in a stained t-shirt and jeans;my two children doing a good job of being resilient and trying to play happily for what I knew would last all of two minutes before their weakened bodies reminded them they were tired, and hungry, and sick, and said to him “Did you ever imagine 7 years ago that THIS would be our life?!”
We laughed and moved on, knowing there wouldn’t be any kind of celebration this year, we were just hoping to survive the day.
I tried to take a moment later that day when the kids (and my husband) were sleeping to reflect on the blessing God gave me the day I met my husband. I didn’t know that day that he was the man I was going to marry, but I knew, or God pressed it upon my heart, that he was someone I couldn’t just walk away from.
Today was the anniversary of our first date (we didn’t waste time!). It still brings a smile to my face to think of those first awkward moments; when neither of us knew if the other knew it was actually a date, when my brother made some embarrassing comment about us having kids, when at the end of the date we didn’t know whether to go in for a hug or a kiss, and the elated feeling I had slipping my hand into his as we walked to his car.
It’s easy now to forget those first butterfly feelings. We’re very comfortable with each other by this point, awkwardness went out the window in the delivery room. We get so stuck in the natural rhythm (or chaos) of our lives, of raising our children, our jobs etc. that it’s easy to forget the blessing it is that we’re even together. That first moment we met could have slipped away so easily. I could have walked away without his contact information and we would have never seen each other again. I could have decided not to go that evening to the rosary meeting and we would never have met. The entire fabric of my life as I know it is inundated by those “yes’s” I made to God that day, and the ones my husband made as well.
The fact that I even have two children who get sick and make me sick, and then drive me crazy, which makes me stressed and yell at my husband, who is stressed from his job that he works to support our family, which then makes him yell back, is all a result of those critical decisions we both made that fateful day 7 years ago.
Of course while it’s easy to reflect back on a momentous occasion like the night I met my husband and see the blessings that ebbed and flowed from that moment, it gave me pause to think that, really everything in my life is a result of such decisions.
There are pivotal life-changing moments that drastically form our lives, but our daily decisions, our daily “yes’s” to Him are what transform our life into one lived in Christ, and we never know when one small “yes”, like agreeing to drive your sister to her old rosary prayer meeting can result in meeting your future husband. You can’t plan that, but God can!
I don’t know what my life is going to look like 7 years from now, but I do hope that it’s overflowing with tiny little “yes’s”.
We are at Jesus’ disposal. If he wants you to be sick in bed, if he wants you to proclaim His work in the street, if he wants you to clean the toilets all day, that’s all right, everything is all right. We must say, “I belong to you. You can do whatever you like.” And this is our strength, and this is the joy of the Lord.
— Blessed Mother Teresa