Dennis and I married December 7, 1996. We were adults with a lot of baggage. 4 previous marriages between us, different traditions and just a different outlook on life.
If there is one thing Virginia Schmitt (my mom) loves is a party. She loves to “do” for other people. She never forgets a birthday, would have a party for anything anyone ever accomplished if it were possible. So I grew up celebrated, I remained celebrated by my mom into my adult life. Isn’t everyone? Dennis is of the belief birthday parties are for children.
Enter years 1, 2 and 3 of our marriage. No birthday celebration year one. So years 2 and 3 Virginia the party maker shows up to 2017 Hall St (our residence) with a cake and presents! No one is going to ignore her baby’s birthday! Between year 3 & 4 I finally explained to Dennis, “Birthdays are important to me. I like to be celebrated!” Year four, mom shows up with cake, Dennis is hiding a birthday cake in Erin’s bedroom! He got it! Years 5 to now, Mom lets D handle it.
I have to say, I have been spoiled with attention these past years by my children, my friends, my family and my husband. I like it.
I’m going to admit things about my week that are self-centered, selfish and all around not pretty. I started the week with Samantha graduating from Cosmetology School! Yea, this is an exciting milestone in her life. Also, my dear friend had surgery and I couldn’t be there for either of them. Here’s where it gets ugly.
I said Samantha graduated, Friend has surgery. Was this about me? Of course it was about me. I couldn’t be there for them. I couldn’t take Samantha to lunch. I couldn’t take dinner to Friend or clean up her kitchen or do jigs for her as she has done for me time and again. See as long as our eyes are on I’s we spiral.
I sunk and fast. Sniff, sniff, I have it so bad, sniff, sniff. Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday by Thursday I’m neurotic! I tell Dennis, “I plan on being mean today.” As if he hadn’t noticed.
Thursday he says, “What do you want to do for your birthday?”
It doesn’t matter because I’m not going to be happy no matter what he does. I think to myself.
Friday morning I ask him sulkingly, “Are we going out for dinner tonight?” He replies, “It’s Friday, date night, of course.” Then he adds, “I thought we could go to Bryce Canyon tomorrow for your birthday.” Since I took geology in 2000, Bryce Canyon was high on my bucket list. That geological phenomenon only exists in the small town called Bryce Canyon, UT.
The unique, artistic license God took in that tiny corner of the Universe is the epitome of creation.
Are you feeling sorry for me yet? It gets better. Saturday morning, he pulls a present and card out of his bag. The card is perfect and so thoughtful and the gift; a stunning pair of ruby and diamond earings.
We had such a glorious day in Bryce Canyon,
the weather was perfect we flew in late morning stayed for a few hours and arrived home to watch football, eat “The Big Salad” and enjoy a quiet evening together.
Seriously awful right!?
I say I’m thankful. Am I? 1 Thes 5:17-18 pray without ceasing, in everything give thanks; for this is the will of God in Christ Jesus for you. How about Phil 4:8; just meditating on the right stuff. Or 2 Cor 10:4-6 For the weapons of our warfare are not carnal but mighty in God for pulling down strongholds, casting down arguments and every high thing that exalts itself against the knowledge of God, bringing every thought into captivity to the obedience of Christ, and being ready to punish all disobedience when your obedience is fulfilled.
God is so faithful. My life is so blessed beyond what Dennis and I ever imagined or hoped for. But I still gave into the high thing that exalted itself against God. I
Thankful and Repentant ~Susie