Anyway, there's a couple numbers that are very prevalent in our family.
Seven pops up quite a bit. For instance, my parent's ages are 7 years apart. And by some coincidence, BOTH sets of my grandparent's ages are 7 years apart. For years and years I thought this meant that I needed to marry someone 7 years older or younger than me to continue the legacy. J is just barely 2 years older than me...oops. The guy that I dated before J was 7 years older than me (and actually had the same name as J), and I held on to him for way too long because of the 7 year assumption and because I fell in love with his daughter, and not really him. Thankfully, I let go and found the right J. I think that I had the right name, just the wrong person!
Anyway, sevens are a big deal to me. As are fives. I was born on my parents' anniversary, 5 years after they were married, to the hour of their wedding! Apparently, I am perpetually on time. So in July of 2008, my mother was convinced we would get pregnant so we could have the same legacy of having a child's birthday on our 5th anniversary as they did. Obviously, that didn't work out either.
As I wrote Saturday's post about J and my relationship, engagement and wedding, it dawned on me that this could be our seven. Seven years after we got married, we got pregnant! That's my hope anyway. Maybe we aren't 7 years apart in age, and we didn't have a child on our 5th anniversary, but maybe, just maybe, we'll get pregnant in our 7th year of marriage. And if I'm really putting it all out there, maybe that child will be born on a day that has a 5 in it. Who knows?
Have a great week Blogites!