No one ends up exactly where they planned to, do they?
I wasn’t one of those girls who planned her wedding, picked out the names of her future children and decorated the fantasy house.
My husband I and did have some plans, though, when we got engaged. We were going to buy some land from my folks, build a small-ish house, have a kid or two and be happy.
Instead – my mom died of breast cancer 3 months before our wedding, Jesse and I signed a contract for deed for my family’s farm, my dad continued to live in the house, with us, as he struggled to get on his feet in this new life without his wife, we found that children would be impossible without expensive fertility treatments or expensive adoption, and recently my dad died suddenly the day after his 67th birthday.
So, things aren’t going as we planned. But you know what? Things are OK.
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