Memories
Tuesday, September 29th, 2009It only seems like yesterday that Angela and I were dancing to “Home Now.” It was our first dance as husband and wife. Eight very short years later, I sit here listening to sappy love songs just like that one. I’m feeling a bit inspired tonight so I thought I’d do a little writting.
Our volunteers came rallied tonight to help out so that Angela and I could get away and have dinner on our anniversary. Thank you so much Judy, Judy, Judie and Ellen. Bonnie, thank you so much for the gift and cake!!! My bride and I had Italian at a nice place a little way up the road. It was very nice.
Every year during dinner, we do an evaluation of our year. What a year! We think back and revisit everything that happened; a year in review, if you will. It’s really amazing how much happens in just a year. I recommend that everyone take a minute and think back to everything that’s happened in the past year. I’m gonna share a little of that with you.
The most obvious was the delivery of our quintuplets. I’ve written a ton of stuff on them already so I’m gonna skip a lot of that stuff. There are images and feelings that I experienced during this thrill ride that will never be matched and I’ll take them with me forever, but it’s all the other stuff that we talked about, like…
…Angela spent nearly 5 months in bed. Oh my god! She was so miserable; throwing up all the time. I have an undiagnosed case of ADD and there is no way that I could spend 12 hours in bed let alone 5 months. 2 of those months were in the hospital. Most people are begging to get the hell out the hospital after a couple days. I still have no idea how she did it.
…driving to the NICU. I know Angela was getting tired of it driving back and forth once she was out of the hospital herself, but I was about to go insane. Before she was out, going back and forth with Meredith took so much out of me. I thought that child was gonna turn into a chicken nugget given all of our stops to McDonalds. There’s no question that the quints were in the right place we wouldn’t change a thing. I just know that I spent a ton of time in the car going back and forth. Sometimes, I was in the car more than I was actually there visiting.
…some of Meredith’s firsts. Meredith had her first birthday, Halloween, and real Christmas this past year. Meredith was a Turkey for Halloween. She was so cute and I took her around the neighborhood. Christmas was when we told family about Angela expecting. We took a picture of Meredith in a T-shirt that read “Big Sister” and sent it to family. At the time, we didn’t know the real news that there was more than one!!!
…During the pregnancy, we lost Angela’s Grandpa, Romayne. I’ve written about this before, but we were really happy that Angela was able to attend his funeral. She was close to not being able to attend. Romayne had a stroke months earlier, but we’re certain that he knew about our cherubs. I’m glad that Angela had the opportunity to say good bye to her grandfather on her terms.
…giving up Meredith. While Angela was in bed and/or in the hospital, I had cases where I couldn’t take care of Meredith on my own. To this day, sending her away because I couldn’t care for her and listening to her cry is the hardest thing I’ve ever done. It still tears me up and I will do everything I can to never have to do that again out of necessity. Fortunately, a few good things did come from it. I truly believe that she and I have a much closer relationship because of our one-on-one time together. She also has much more involved relationships with her Grandma Becky, her Oma and her Opa because of her travels.
There are a ton more and I could go on forever, but my glass of wine is empty and Angela is in bed alone, again. I just want to make sure that I say this…
Angela, thank you for 8 wonderful years. Sweet Dreams. I love you.
Until next time…






