Saturday, January 25, 2014
Ten Things of Thankful #32-The Anniversary Edition
This week, The Counting Mutant and I will celebrate being married for 24 years. I kind of like the number 24. Not too big. Not too small. It is just right.I met the Mutant at the lowest season of my life. I spent years working at being the perfect Christian girl and failed miserably which you can read more about in Part 1, Part 2, and Part 3. I thought the perfect way of celebrating would be to write a special addition Ten Things of Thankful.
I am grateful for that first date: Chinese food, frozen yogurt and Robert Downey Jr’s A Pick Up Artist. I watched in horror as my beautiful plan of pick up a guy and drop him was played out on the big screen. He surprised me with a gentlemanly kiss and goodnight. He showed me honor among men existed.
I am grateful for singing: those first few months were filled with awkward moments. My church produced a Christmas program each year called The Singing Christmas Tree. Yes. It was the first year I was able to be involved and I invited the Mutant. Because of choir practice, we had to work together. He taught me that dating and friendship worked together.
The Mutant was really into Norman Vincent Peale and the Power of Positive thinking. Both of us wanted big possibilities in our lives and together we challenged the other to grow as a person. Leave the past behind and create a future. Through this, I learned to put feelings into a logical perspective and allow them to control me. He taught me about balance and healing could be found within faith.
Our spontaneously planned wedding. Mutant was in his final year of university when our original long term plans of a wedding fell short. Mutant decided he needed to spread classes out for a extra semester because he was burning out. This meant our grand summer wedding plans were not going to be free and relaxing. School would still be in play. On the eve of Thanksgiving I was laid off from my job. On our drive home we decided to just go for it. Mutant’s Dad was kind enough to help us out and within six weeks we were married. It was the wedding I had dreamed of. Every year I am grateful for my Father in Law’s generosity. He taught me that dreams are possible.
Our first nine months was a honeymoon. Mutant had a few classes, I found a job and we lived on The Central Coast. Weekends were ours to flitter away walking along the beach or taking a drive. No stress. He and I together were family. Whether we had kids or no, we belonged together. He taught me that normal is more than simply a setting on a dryer. It can be in life.
The LA years: After the Honeymoon months, growing up was hard. Counting Mutant was laid off with in the first six months from the accounting firm who recruited him from college. 1990 ushered in a recession and we were one of the first ones to fall. He found a new job after a few months which provided an MBA eventually. I hopped around the area teaching in preschools, finishing my preschool career with Disney. Floods, riots, fires and an earthquake shaped the way we tackled life. Just because we thought something would work out didn’t mean that it would. We learned to adapt and improvise. He taught me how to dance in life.
Once the Mutant had his MBA, he went looking for a bigger and better job. The thing he kept hearing was, “We wish you had a CPA.”
With a new baby and one on the way, we packed a truck and moved to the
Central Valley town where we met.
He spent the next two years logging hours and passing the CPA exam. Once an
Official Counting Mutant, our journey began anew. He taught me that Do-Overs
town, we landed in the Bay area where the girl was born. Finally we rested at . For the first time in my
childhood, I felt at home. Fall colors. Snow 20 feet high. Sub-zero
temperatures for the boys to walk to school in. Spring green-it is a real
color, not simply a crayon-and summer thunderstorms. We were there two adventurous
years. He taught me that Mammoth Lakes California
could feel like home.
The dream job is still a job and jobs don’t always work out. So, we packed a truck and three kids in tow we journeyed back to the
. Mutant got his real estate
license and used his CPA experience in commercial real estate. Things moved
along well until the mortgage bubble popped. In all of our 11 years here,
through feast and famine, our kids have seen miracles, learned the value of
hard work. They understand what value and worth look like. He taught us all
about self-reliance and how faith keeps it motivated. land of Do-Overs
In all of our 26 years together-24 of them married- we have seen plenty and scarcity. Fire, floods, crime, job loss, suicide, earthquake, riot, injustice, laughter, dancing, promises fulfilled, friends, family, love and adventure. Each day is a new mystery with that deep quiet well of a man. I never know what he is thinking or feeling. Never will I really know what makes him tick. BUT the biggest lesson Mutant has taught me is that life is an adventure and it is worth living well filled with love.