Our Habitat for Humanity affiliate has a regular television interview show that airs on our local public access channel. About a month ago, as the new Development Director, I was interviewed on that show. Shortly after that interview, through a series of emails among a group of four people (three of which I believe may have been in cahoots), I ended up being named the new host of that show. Today, I interviewed my first guest...
As I was tied to the kitchen sink washing excess dishes this morning, JJ was running amok around the rest of the house. Suddenly I realized he'd been quiet for a minute longer than usual. Elbow deep in a soapy crock pot, I called, "JJ, what are you doing?"
"I stuck, Mom!" came back at me in a very calm little voice.
Rolling my eyes, because this could mean anything from, he can't figure out how to get out from under a dining room chair, to he accidentally closed the baby gate, locking himself in the family room, I asked, "Where are you?"
We just watched some yahoo on television dance with a highly venomous snake in the desert somewhere. He made a comment that one drop of this snakes venom could kill a man in about 10 minutes. A very short while later, the snake bit him. So he and the crew flushed the wound and applied suction at the scene, and then drove 14 minutes to the nearest hospital. The next shot was of him in the hospital, where anti-venom was being administered. He said he was getting too old for this, and he would not do it again.
THE VERY NEXT DAY, that yahoo was back in the desert telling us that snakes don't move very far in a day. Lo and behold, he found that very same snake. And the dimwit ended up doing the same stupid dance - the snake trying to attack him while he was trying to get its picture.
Now, I'm not a particularly violent person, but after watching that, I was cheering for the snake.
This picture was taken exactly three years ago - Valentine's Day 2006, at a Rotary event. Later that day, John surprised me by taking me to dinner at a local seafood restaurant. Before we went inside, he reached behind my seat and pulled out a chocolate rose, a bag of truffles, and a small velvet box. In the box was a beautiful pair of Aquamarine (my birthstone, which he may or may not have known) earrings.
We then went in to dinner, where we discussed our lives. We were both working at jobs we loved, had a big house, multiple cars, a couple of motorcycles, and pretty much anything we wanted. What more could we ask for? It was at that moment that two people, who had agreed when they married two and a half years earlier that they had no interest in having children, looked at each other and decided that only a child could make their lives any better.
I often joke that God must have been smiling that day - or afraid that we would change our minds - because two weeks later, the stick turned blue. And there were two little lines. And the readout said "pregnant". (I took a multitude of tests... just to be sure.)
Now we are three. I can't imagine life being any different.