Three years ago today I went back to work after being a stay at home mom for two wonderful years. Rick had gotten laid off, and when I landed this position just a few weeks later, we thought, "Oh, alright, I'll work for a while even after Rick gets another job, but definitely no more than a year!"
Funny how things don't always go the way you think they will.
Still, I have wonderful faith that there was a higher power very involved in the timing of it all. After all, I landed the perfect job for me at the exact moment that it became available, and I only searched because Rick was laid off. Coincidence? I think not!
What the anniversary of my start date makes me think of is March 19, 2006 -- the day before.
I was out with Rick and the kids running errands, and at some point we had stopped so that Rick could take Charlie to the little boys' room. Noelle and I were sitting in the van, and I started to cry a bit, as I was dreading leaving all of them the next day.
I turned around in my seat to look at her, and she reached out her chubby two year old hand towards me. I took it, and at that exact moment, she chose to recite some lyrics from a song that often played as a ringtone on my cell phone.
"Lay down your burden
I will carry you
I will carry you my child, my child."
I don't think you have to ever ask me why I have faith.