Archive for December, 2009

The Best and Worst of 2009

OH MY WORD, in just a few hours 2009 is going to be O-VER!  No New Years Resolutions for me this year, just a good, hot shower at midnight to wash every last vestige of 2009 away.

So, it’s weird; when I look back on the year I realize that yes, this is the worst year I can remember and it will probably be the worst one in a long time.  But let’s be honest, the only other rough year I can think of (during our marriage, that is) was probably the last year when we lived in Iowa and I worked with those nasty people who hated me from the moment they snitched a peek at my resume and thought “gosh, I think this one is a Christian” based upon where I went to college (and I know this because they told me). Those two made me cry on a regular basis.

But in perspective, I’ve had a pretty easy life.

So let’s flash back to 2009, month by month.  Come on, it’ll be fun.  Well, it’ll be fun until May, that is.

JANUARY

I noticed that somehow the phrase “picture of a cow’s head stuck under a fence and along comes a bull” was bringing a lot of traffic to my blog.  (I still can’t figure it out.)  So I told Brother, and he drew this picture using Microsoft Paint and that post is now the #1 most-viewed on this blog.  WEIRD.  Also, we got a new shower head.

FEBRUARY

We got new glasses and, fortunately!, Joey did not choose this pair.  I thought I finally saw an armadillo but it turned out to be a skunk. It was a major disappointment for me.

MARCH

The Kid came to visit us for Spring Break.  We had fun.  I quit watching The Office because it wasn’t funny to me anymore.  We went to Branson for a five days with my parents, and after they left Joey and I had crazy adventures. As usual.

APRIL

I flew to Chicago to visit Sister and Stephen over Easter.  Joey and I planted tomatoes and herbs on our balcony and were successful.

MAY

We tried to celebrate our fourth wedding anniversary, which fell on the same day we found our our baby was gone.  (Re-reading these posts to link them here is killing me.) Then I had crazy surgery because there were abnormalities.  Mom came to take care of me for a week, and after she left, Sister came.

JUNE

It drove me crazy to think about our baby as an “it”, so we named him Samuel. I overdid it post-surgery and had painful relapses more often than I should have because I can’t sit still.  I discovered that going to church can be difficult.

JULY

For Independence Day, we jetted home to IOWA! see some fireworks.  I remembered how to smile again.  We went to Mexico and had the absolute best vacation ever.  Being together.  And let us not forget the smacking Iguana from the Tulum ruins, which was a highlight for me of course.

AUGUST

Joey had sinus surgery and he looked fully awesome afterwards.  I had a birthday and I survived.

SEPTEMBER

We tried to go backpacking, but there was no water in any of the creek-beds so we had to turn back; we had a great time at Beavers Bend working Plan B.  Then, Joey decided he wanted to a coffee experiment, which ended with him deciding he liked coffee.

OCTOBER

My awesome friend Michelle handed down their Grind & Brew coffee maker to us, which we named Jeeves.  It’s such a handy machine that has changed our lives in so many ways.  Oh, and we decided to do IVF to treat my infertility.  Um, that was HUGE.

NOVEMBER

I started my first round of medicine for IVF and hated it.  A few days later, we received a ginormous box of IVF injections and began the shots.  Joey is awesome.

DECEMBER

We had ten healthy embryos which we transferred and then..our IVF procedure failed.  Ugh.

I realize that nobody will probably click through those links to read those old posts, but it was really cathartic for me to look back on this year and remember that, YES, there were good times.  We did enjoy parts of it.  (A few parts.)

Happy New Year, Internet!!  May it be so, so much better than 2009.

I Love Ordinary

In the months leading up to Joey’s and my engagement, it was no secret that he was going to ask me to marry him.  Back in those days, I really, really, really hated surprises.  (You think I’m weird now?  I’m way more neurotic about a few things five or six years ago.  True story.)  He knew this about me, because we talked about everything.  We talked for HOURS and HOURS and HOURS.

We still do that.

One evening, we drove out to Jordan Creek and, as we walked past a jewelry store, Joey grabbed my arm and whisked me inside to get my opinion on rings.

I didn’t care so much about the ring.  Honestly, I didn’t.  He could have given me a Cracker Jacks ring and I would have been happyl what I wanted was to marry him.  And (this will sound totally weird to all my Dallas readers) the budget was so tight at the time, because Joey was working to pay for school as he went, that we considered just getting the wedding band first (it was cheaper) and add the “engagement” band at the wedding.  Do it in reverse order.

Like I said before, I didn’t care one bit.  I just wanted to marry Joey and the ring on my left hand was an inconsequential bonus.

Looking back on it we probably could have taken out a loan for the ring, but that’s not the way we roll in this Woestman house.  ANYWAY.

Since we had looked at rings together, and I had tried on just the wedding band by itself to see how it would look, I knew we would be getting engaged soon.  And then, because Joey knew me so well, he told me what day he would ask me.  (That way I wouldn’t freak out.)

He chose the day before Thanksgiving.

He found me while I was at home in my tiny little 275 square foot apartment, that I shared with my dear friend Sarah (hi!), baking Thanksgiving pies.

I pulled the pumpkin pie out of the oven and set it on the counter as he walked in the door and presented me with a long-stemmed, deep red rose.  He recited Elizabeth Barret Browning’s How Do I Love Thee poem.  Then, he got down on one knee and asked me to be his wife.

I said yes.

Then I looked at the rose.  On the stem was the solitaire engagement ring we had picked out together.  Not the cheaper wedding band, but the actual engagement ring.  The way normal people got engaged.

I gasped and asked him how in the world he had gotten the money (did he rob a bank?), because just a week before we had looked at the budget and it was not going to be possible.

He just smiled at me and said that God had provided a way.  And He had.

What I love about the way Joey and I got engaged is that it was so ordinary.  No production, no big show…just life.  Together.

Five years ago, we had no idea.  NONE.  We were naive little children and we never would have guessed how our lives would pan out.  But when things get super crazy and I feel like HOLY COW WHAT IS UP WITH OUR LIVES I can look down at my engagement ring and remember that Joey loved me when life was ordinary.  He loved me before he knew there were things wrong with me.  And he loves me when life is cah-ra-zy.

We laugh deeper and we love deeper because of all this…stuff.

And, when I really think about it, my ring is a symbol of God providing for our marriage in a small way – giving Joey means to actually buy me a real ring.  I know he cares about the details.  I know he cares about me.  But golly gee it’s easy to forget sometimes.

That’s why I love my ring.