I met my now husband when I was 16-years-old, we had no idea what wild ride our future had in store for us. One thing was for sure however, this was the guy I wanted to follow on this journey. In our early 20's he would be in a major motorcycle accident that would result in him walking with a cane for many years. It limited him physically, right at his prime. We didn't realize that this life event meant two hip replacements within ten years. It also meant a test of our relationship, it was a bumpy road, but we survived. He, on the other hand, had no idea that I would gain more than 100 lbs. over the course of our relationship.....I didn't see that one coming either. By the age of 35 I looked almost unrecognizable, but he saw through that.
For the most part, our 24 years together went as expected. We worked our way through college, got married, bought a home, had two boys and so on. But on a few occasion, like the one today, we had to make some tough decisions. The first of many I could remember was deciding on when to try for a second child. You see, at this point in our lives we had to move in with my in-laws to save for our first home, oy vey. So, it was my husband, myself, my PMS and our two and a half-year-old, all crammed into one bedroom. We practically lived out of suitcases while most of our belongings were in storage. We estimated that it would take us one year to come up with a down payment for a new home, so we had to decide. Would we wait until we moved out, secured a home and hope that we got pregnant right away? Or should we start trying now because we wanted our kids to be close in age and not more than the 4 years it would be if we decided to put it off? So we took a leap of faith, .......and became pregnant the next month, deep breath. This meant that there would now be 3 1/2 of us sharing a cramped space. But we didn't make this decision blindly, we had a plan, money in the bank, we knew our new home was in our grasp. We moved in on a Monday. Remy was born that Tuesday.
We leapt again when we purchased our home without even seeing the inside. With my due date vastly approaching, and hormones out of control, we had made almost a dozen offers on homes. I cried daily from frustration, all the while crazy thoughts of my new born sleeping in a laundry basket due to lack of space filled my head. It was a sellers' market, houses were flying off the shelves and the bidding was fierce. So when we found this home, we bid, without stepping one foot inside. I liked the neighborhood, it was in our price range and I knew no matter what, we would make it a home. Again, we weren't blind, we knew the inspection would protect us, so we leapt, and it paid off....the home was ours.
So today, after a year of ups and downs at his work place, my husband decided to take a leap again, he quit his job. His six-figure job. His original plan was to secure another position first, and then gracefully exit. Plans change....and for many reasons, he needed to exit now. This job started to wear on him like no other before. He was always so uplifting, the guy everyone wanted to be around.....that was slowly fading. His hours were long, he missed more dinners than he made, and family time was filled with the cell phone in one hand and laptop in the other. This was not the life we signed up for. So he finally did, what others only dream of....he walked.
No, there is no offer on the table, no immediate backup plan, and sure, I threw up a little in mouth when he made it official........ but it doesn't matter at this very second. When I heard his voice on the other end of the phone after he resigned, I heard joy, relief....he was already coming back to life. Once again we are not blind when making this decision. We have severance pay to hold us over, he has many leads in motion and interviews lined up....we will be ok. But more importantly, he will be happy again.....and I will be along to hold his hand no matter where this journey takes us or how big the leap may be.
September 9, 2014