Waking Up… | Chicago Family Photographer

We’ve had quite a month.

Sometimes I debate what I should share here about our personal life, because  1) it’s a business blog (sort-of), and 2) I’m never quite sure just how much of “us” you really want to hear about.  But what we’ve been through this past month has shifted my perspective so strongly that it’s all bound to show up here eventually in one way or another.  And I think there’s a lot of value in letting you all behind the curtain, because curtains (though sometimes necessary) can give a dangerously inauthentic picture of what life is like when they’re left drawn for too long.

Here’s the story:

Back in early December, Jonathan (my husband and our head e-mail responder) began battling some pretty hefty fatigue and leg pain.  It took me a few weeks to get on board (I mean, really… aren’t we ALL exhausted?!?), but as he continued to get worse I began to understand that we weren’t talking about the typical “Daddy-of-Three-Little-Kids” Syndrome. : )  By early January the pain was holding him back from doing things that he used to take for granted, and by the middle of January he was so sick that he was hardly able to be out of bed.  We began meeting with various doctors and specialists, trying to absorb and entertain possible diagnoses like “Multiple Sclerosis”, “Lymes Disease”, & “Neurological Disorders”.  As he continued to get worse, our fears were magnified… whatever it was that was attacking his body was doing so with a vengeance, and we sensed a growing urgency to find the cause of the pain, tremors, headaches, and fatigue before things were past the point of healing.

About a week ago, a connection was made between a possible interaction between two medications he’d been taking.  Within days of stopping the medications, the frightening symptoms had all but vanished, and he was back on his feet playing with the kids and smiling from ear to ear.  Jonathan was back in full force, and no one would have guessed by looking at him that he’d been nearly incapacitated for the better part of a month.

I know… RIGHT?!?

I feel as though I’ve just woken up from a bad dream… A week ago, I really didn’t think my husband would be able to walk again, and feared an outcome worse than that.  And now he’s out with our almost-five-year old, poking around the model train shop in town, because that’s what you do on Saturday when you have an almost-five-year-old boy and you’re a daddy who can get out of bed.  : )

In every marriage, there’s bound to be certain frustrations each spouse feels toward the other, big and small; our marriage is no exception.  But so much of that melted away this past month as we realized that a loving spouse, however imperfect, is a treasure that words cannot begin to describe.  Our families, our children, our parents, our siblings, our husbands… they should be celebrated.  Every day.  Because they’re with us.  Because we love them.  Because life is so very precious.  And because nothing is a guarantee.  I was so blessed to be reminded of that through this past month’s struggles.

To wrap it all up, let me share with you something that I’ve wanted to share for a very long time (but never did for fear of the trouble I’d be in later… Ha!)

I have an incredible husband.  He’s brilliant, he’s funny, he fights for me, and he’s hot in flannel shirts.  He’s got more integrity than you’d find in a hundred average men put together, but he’s absolutely impossible to control (which I always fight with him about but secretly love).  He thinks I’m gorgeous, even when I have no living idea why, he lets me take his picture, even though he hates it, and he can outsmart anyone at any game, any time (but sometimes, I think, he lets me win).  He’s a damn good pastor, an even better daddy, the most faithful kind of friend, and the person that I respect above everyone else.  He will have my heart until my very last breath, because I gave it to him on the morning of August 12, 2000 and I’ve never once thought about taking it back.  I thank God that this homesick, scared girl said “yes” to the walk around our teeny little collage fourteen-and-a-half years ago, because that walk was the beginning of the most amazing journey of my life.

Can I get a “YAY” for happy endings?!? : )

PS… Things obviously got a little busy around here… but I’ll be announcing the winner of the Sweet Shots giveaway in our next post.  Your movies were, in a word… HILARIOUS… now I have to go count them all up and pick a number! : )