Fireworks and My Life

At the risk of sounding a bit cheese-ball, I thought the 4th of July would be an appropriate time to share the story of how fireworks have lit up my love life and my life as a mommy over the last several years.

The Happy Hubby and I are high school sweethearts.  We met when I was in 9th grade and he was in 10th.  In the beginning we didn’t really like each other.  I was a hyper teenager, bopping around from one Backstreet Boys concert to the next and the Happy Hubby was more serious, contemplative and into his music.  But the Lord had designed it so that our paths constantly crossed.  His dad and my dad worked together at the same church – their offices were right next door to each other!

One day, the Happy Hubby and I looked at each other and suddenly realized that we couldn’t live without each othet.  His thoughtful and wise ways balanced my bouncy joy and vice versa.

We started dating the summer before he left for college.

One night that July, the Happy Hubby took me to the beach with his guitar.  We sat under the stars for a bit while he quietly strummed.  My heart raced and I wondered if my breath smelled like the pizza we had just finished eating.

Finally he set his guitar back in his case and pulled me to my feet.

With a twinge of disappointment, I thought he was going to announce the end of our night.

But instead he drew me close and planted a big kiss right on my lips!

I was so overwhelmed by the magic of the moment that when we parted I looked into his handsome green eyes and whispered,

“Fireworks.”

🙂

Let’s just say I read a bit too many sappy romance novels in my younger days.  Ha!

Fast forward 3 years…

Many of you already know I am a huge Disney World fan.  So when it came time to plan our honeymoon, there was no question about where I wanted to go.  Forget the beautiful, secluded, tropical beaches of St. Lucia – I wanted castles, lots of kids, and Mickey!

The Happy Hubby is a good man and tolerates this insanity for the sake of love.

A good friend of my parent’s used to own a limo company, so she generously offered to provide us newlyweds with a limo ride to Disney.  As soon as our reception was over, we hit the road for the most magical place on earth.

I am not even kidding when I tell you that when that limo turned into the resort where we were staying – the Magic Kingdom’s fireworks started going off at the very same moment.

There we were in the backseat of a limo, in our wedding attire, me with a new last name and us both excited for the future, our faces pressed against the window glass watching the most amazing firework show of our lives.

After many years of infertility and doctors telling us that we would never have children, the Happy Buddy was born on July 3rd.

While the Happy Hubby and I sat in the hospital room cradling our precious miracle boy, fireworks burst outside in a colorful display of wonder.

Those fireworks were a sweet reminder of all the Happy Hubby and I had to celebrate as we held our precious, snuggly example of God’s faithfulness.

Fireworks and my life.

Our Happy Home began with a spark that night on the beach and has continued to explode with the radiance of His love ever since.

But just so you don’t go thinking that everything is perfectly rosy in our Happy Home, this 4th of July we are staying put under our roof because the Happy Baby can’t stand being awake past 7 pm and the Happy Buddy goes into hysterics at the sound of fireworks.

Keepin’ it real! 🙂

Happy 4th of July!

“For great is your love, reaching to the heavens; your faithfulness reaches to the skies…” Psalm 57:10