Dave asked me the other day if I was going to record stories from our first couple years of marriage on the blog, or did I mean in my journal. I said, "I was going to do it on the blog, but then as I was thinking about it, I remembered I don't have any good memories from that time so I decided not to do it."
But that's not true and slowly but surely I'm starting to remember some good times. Technically, this story does not fall into that time period, because it ends after Allie was born, but I love it anyway.
Dave graduated college in May and we were due to have Allie that August. Dave was working his dream job at the travel agency and I was working at the hospital. I'm not too sure what Dave's plans were after graduation, and I don't think he was either. His lack of interest in finding a job beyond the travel agency was not working for me. I knew he loved the travel agency but I wanted to stay home with my baby and the travel agency did not fit into our plan. One day I asked Dave what his thoughts were about me going back to work after Allie was born and he said something along the lines of, "I've just always known you were going to stay home." So that was reassuring, but again he wasn't so much looking for a new job so it made me wonder how the heck we were going to make ends meet. We had always tried to live off Dave's wages, but I carried the benefits. Were it not for that, we probably could have (very meagerly) lived off Dave's wages (so basically THANK GOODNESS I CARRIED THE BENEFITS). When I found any job that fit Dave's criteria, I'd forward it on to him. He applied to several of them (with not so much as an ounce of enthusiasm). He was really excited about one interview, but it didn't amount to anything.
One night he was on his way to play softball and ran into one of his fellow grads at the park. His friend told him that he had just scored a sweet new job at an investment firm and gave Dave all the info to apply, which Dave did.
It came time for Allie to be born and Dave was still at the travel agency. I quit my job. I never felt sorry about quitting my job. And I told Heavenly Father that I realized he might not give us a great job right away, and that this might be a learning experience for us. But, of course I said, "please do give us a great job right away."
After Allie was born Dave only left the hospital once to go home and shower. There was a message on the machine from the investment firm asking him in for an interview. He called them back right outside our hospital room and set up his interview.
Over a month went by and he had heard nothing. We still had my benefits throughout my maternity leave and both of us were very chill about the whole situation (when I look back I'm like HOW/WHY WERE WE SO CHILL?!)
One day on his way home from work, Dave called me. I said, "let's hang up. You call and ask if you are getting hired at the investment firm. Then call and let me know."
Five minutes later, Dave called me back: "I start September 19."
And that, my friends, was a very happy day. I bet Dave did a fist pump.
Sometimes control freakism comes in really handy.
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