In my previous post, I hinted toward the fall being a time of change in our family. The first time this was true for our family was when our family consisted of just two – my husband and me. We married in August of 1995 (had to be THE hottest day of the year and the air-conditioner units at the church in which we wed had waved the white flags and gave up – not fun). We began our young lives together in a St. Louis metro area Illinois city, where he was a part-time youth minister and I worked as a pharmacy tech. Our experience there was ….. well……. we only spent one year there; I’ll not dwell on it. From there we moved east to the opposite side of the state, and landed there for five years. We settled in the little-town-farm-community rather easily, and with the same occupations (youth minister and pharmacy tech) in different places of employment. We were right at home. Apparently enough so at home that in the fall of 1996 we learned that we were expecting our first baby!
Talk about changes! Changes to our home – painting and baby-proofing. Changes to our relationship – we would never again just be husband and wife. Changes to our vehicles – that two door car was NOT going to work out with an infant seat in the not-easily-accessible back seat, so that car got traded for a four door. Changes to my body – what was this crazy super-human anatomical experiment my body was conducting?!?
Yes, this was the first significant autumnal turn of events for our family. This, of course, was a beautiful one and made us glow like an autumn maple tree when it’s illuminated by the sunlight.