Changes are a comin’. Peter found out last week Tuesday that he got the job, and it will take us to Munich. We really have prayed that God would be in control of our destiny and that we would recognize where He wants us to go. So many doors seem to be opening for us that will lead us to Germany, and the only explanation is that this is where He wants us to go. I have to admit that the first discussion of moving to Germany, came with a definitive NO from me. I have not forgotten how hard it was for me there and I have really come to love our life here. Our family, friends, church, and home are all so wonderful and exactly what we were missing out on in Germany. Go back? NO WAY.
But as we waited for Disney’s decision, I prayed for God to give me a willing heart to follow wherever we are led. And God does answer prayers. I am reminded of a simple quote that my good friend Mandy posted on her fridge when she found out that she was unexpectedly pregnant . . “The timing is perfect” . . . and of course, whether we realize it at the moment or not, we can be sure that God’s timing is always perfect. Mandy is now wonderfully blessed with 2 precious boys close in age who are best friends and who have the sweetest, intimate conversations in their shared room at bedtime. The closer we get to our move, the more I realize that the timing is perfect, and I am coming to realize that the location will be as well. Peter’s family needs us more than ever now since his Dad has been in the hospital for nearly 2 months, and his mom needs help. Cooper will speak better German than we could ever have taught him from here. And the best thing is that I will have the career that I so desperately desire . . . that of caring for Cooper, Peter, Kayla and whoever else might arrive during our stay in Germany. I think that Peter and I can find a much better balance of work, play, and relaxing together that just isn’t a part of American life anymore. The timing is perfect.
So, you weren’t imagining it . . . I did make a small reference there to the possibility of more kids. I remember when we were in the first month with Cooper, and our friends looked and him and said that they missed having little babies. I thought they were insane! I thought, why would anyone want to subject themselves to this again!. Sure my baby was beautiful and precious and sweet. But caring for a newborn is not easy, no matter what the baby is like. It is hard! Now I am starting to understand. Cooper is now 8 months old, and looking more and more like a little boy and less and less like a baby everyday. While every day is more exciting and comes with more developments and my love for Cooper grows each day (and I keep thinking it can’t get any bigger!), I am already missing his sweet baby stages. It is like missing someone before they are even out of the door. I just can’t imagine loving him more and yet I know that tomorrow he will steal my heart in a whole new way. The way his face lights up when I arrive to pick him up from day care is enough to take away any and all headaches, heartaches, and stress that I may have had before I walked in that door. I am the highlight of his day and he is the highlight of mine in such an astonishing way.
