Rest for the weary

I'd like to depart from my typical blog topics to tell you about a nice trip my husband and I took to Virginia a few weekends ago... The kids were with their mom, and we desperately needed some down time from our crazy lives.  We drove to beautiful Charlottesville on Friday afternoon and arrived in time to have dinner.  For those of you that have not visited that area of the world- you are missing out.  The town of Charlottesville and the surrounding areas are absolutely stunning.  We stayed at the Inn at Darden http://www.innatdarden.com/, which is a lovely hotel on the campus of the Universiy of Virginia.  It was clean, quiet, affordable, and the staff there could not have been nicer.

After checking in, we began looking around for a place to have dinner.  Luckily, we stumbled upon a gem called Orzo Kitchen and Wine Bar http://orzokitchen.com/.  They specialize in dishes that use locally grown ingredients...and it was yummy!  My husband had a delicious Caesar salad and a steak.  I had bruschetta with prosciutto and tomato, and a wonderful roasted chicken. It was a great way to start our weekend.

On Saturday, we decided to tour a few of the local vineyards around Charlottesville http://www.monticellowinetrail.com/.  I would like to tell you about a few of our favorites:

-Barboursville Vineyards http://www.barboursvillewine.net/winery/:  This is the home of the 1804 Inn and the renowned restaurant, Palladio.  It also happens to also be the site of the Barboursville ruins, the former mansion of Virginia governor, James Barbour.  The home burned to the ground on Christmas Day of 1884-  only the brick skeleton of the home remains.  Although this was our first stop of the morning for wine tasting (don't judge but yes, drank wine at 10am), their wines were good.

-Pippin Hill Farm and Vineyards http://www.pippinhillfarm.com/: This is my personal favorite.  It's a small vineyard with delicious wines and an outstanding restaurant.  They have a lovely patio that overlooks a beautiful view of Virginia wine country.  We found their Cabernet Sauvignon to be excellent.  We sat out on the patio, shared a good bottle of wine and a delicious tapas plate which included crispy bread, Cabrales blue cheese, Marcona almonds, olives, Manchego cheese, date & brown butter jam, and the most delicious chorizo made by a place called Olli Salumeria http://www.olli.com/.  Yummy!  The chorizo was so good, we brought some home with us.

-King Family Vineyards http://www.kingfamilyvineyards.com/: This is a vineyard and horse farm in beautiful Crozet, Virginia.  During the summer months, the vineyard hosts polo matches!  Their Meritage is great.  It's a nice place to sit and enjoy the view.  When we were there, they happened to have a bus full of UVA fraternity and sorority members visiting.  Lots of tipsy college kids-- good entertainment value.  It also reminded me of how happy I am to be out of college!

-Jefferson Vineyards http://jeffersonvineyards.com/:  Good wines and interesting history.  Located near Monticello.

-Blenheim Vineyards http://blenheimvineyards.com/: Owned by the great Dave Matthews.  Beautiful wine tasting facility and good, solid wines.

-Trump Winery http://trumpwinery.com/:  Yeah, I know what you are thinking.  I thought that too.  We ended up going to Trump only because it's right down the road from Blenheim Vineyards.  We were actually very pleasantly surprised.  Lovely wine tasting facility and excellent wines.  You can also eat there- we didn't, but the food looked delicious.

-Pollack Vineyards http://www.pollakvineyards.com/:  Beautiful vineyard with good wines.  The surrounding views are wonderful!

That evening, we had a wonderful dinner at a very small Italian restaurant in the Belmont area of Charlottesville called Tavola http://tavolavino.com/.  My linguini alla carbonara was excellent and was made with panchetta from Olli Salumeria.  One word of warning....this place doesn't take reservations and is TINY.  Go early or late...and still expect to wait a little while.  It's totally worth it.  

On Sunday morning, we ate brunch at a great place called The Nook http://www.thenookcville.com/.  It's located within the downtown historic mall area of Charlottesville http://www.downtowncharlottesville.net/.  I had a delicious mimosa and a plate of eggs, toast, crispy bacon and homemade potatoes.  Mmm mmm.

After having brunch, our last stop was the former home of Thomas Jefferson, Monticello http://www.monticello.org/.  I would recommend calling for a reservation before you go, if you can.  It will make your life a little easier.  The welcome center is at the bottom of the hill and has a nice cafe, museum store and museum.  They also have a short film about the life of Thomas Jefferson that is included in your admission price.  A shuttle bus will take you up the hill to Monticello for your scheduled tour of the home.  You can also walk around the grounds to see the gardens and former slave dwellings.  In the back of the property is the family cemetery that is the burial ground of Thomas Jefferson and his decendents.  It's a great way to spend a pretty afternoon.  I would recommend going in the spring, if you can, when the gardens will be at their best.  

Once we left Monticello, we made our way home.  I hope we can go back to Virginia again soon.  It was a great, brief respite from the craziness...a chance to recharge our batteries and just be a couple of (still) newlyweds. 

The devil in your pocket

I need to confess something.  I dearly love my iPhone.  I'm embarrased to admit it, but it's true.  Over time, it has become my constant companion...to the point that I feel naked without it.  It keeps up with my four email accounts, my three calendars, my hundreds of pictures, my complete iTunes collection of music, all of my lists and reminders for work, and the names/numbers/addresses of everyone I know.  It allows me to read a good book, find out what the weather will be next Tuesday, discover what time it is in Bangkok, obtain the news from 100 different news sources, play Candy Crush when I'm bored, text my husband at random times just to say "I love you" and chat with my parents who live four hours away via FaceTime.  It is an amazing piece of technology.   In fact, I keep an iPhone charger in my office at work and a portable charger in my pocket, just in case my battery runs low during the day.  Can't do without it.  I'm not proud of my addiction, but there it is.  Luckily, my husband has a similar affliction and hasn't staged an intervention to insist that I join a 12 step program.

Having said this, my husband and I have recently discovered that the beloved iPhone can, in the wrong hands, be a portal to bad behavior and exposure to a wealth of inappropriate things.  Our oldest child was given an iPhone six months ago as a reward for his good grades.  Maybe we were naive, or just plain stupid.  I don't know.  We truly had no idea the Pandora's box we were opening up for ourselves and our barely 13 year-old son.  We thought we were doing a good thing...and he was THRILLED!  The iPhone means love and sunshine, right??  So why not share the love?  Yeah- I know what you are thinking: this chick and her husband are clueless....and, you would be right.  We were totally clueless.  We made a major mistake by not researching all of the different facets of the phone and its cornucopia of downloadable applications prior to giving it to our child.  I won't go into details...but suffice it to say that we had a surprise in store for us when we had the opportunity to go through his iPhone and see what he had been up to.  

Applications such as Instagram, Kik, SnapChat, Vine, Ask.fm, Pandora, Twitter are fun, harmless applications in the hands of responsible adults with good intentions.  In the hands of a young teenager who has no concept of danger and an over-abundance of hormones...these apps have the potential to be used in ways that no parent would like or promote.  We had installed parental controls on our son's iPhone...and it was laughable how little that did.  

If your child has a smart phone, then be smart about it.  Learn about all the social apps that kids are using now. Consider putting appropriate limits on their use of the phone and on their ability to download certain applications.  I know not every parent would feel comfortable monitoring their child's phone due to privacy concerns.  For us, we would rather be guilty of a small invasion of privacy, and subsequently keep our child from something harmful.  That's a trade off I will take every day of the week.  

An object that my husband and I truly love...turned into an evil thing for our sweet son.  A wake-up call that something you believe you know all about...can still have its secrets and dark sides.  I never imagined an iPhone could cause so much trouble.  The devil that was in his pocket is now sitting on a shelf in our closet with its service turned off.  

It takes a village

So, as our kids are getting bigger (they are now 8, 10 and 13), their extra-curricular activities are becoming more time-consuming.  Both of the boys are involved in scouting.  Our oldest is a Boy Scout and our middle child is getting ready to go from a Webelo to a Boy Scout next year.  They have lots of camping trips and hiking adventures- which is a great way for them to spend special time with their dad.  The boys are also both members of a competitive basketball league that will allow them to increase their skill level and play in 7-9 regional or national tournaments.  As they are 3 years apart, they are on different teams within the same league, so that means different games and tournaments for each boy.  Our daughter is involved in ballet and is part of her studio's production of the Nutcracker this Christmas.  She also just began English horseback riding lessons and is learning the basics of dressage.  As you can imagine, all of these activities, plus school work, can be a lot for the kids...and for us.

My husband and I both have full-time careers.  The kids' mother also works full time.  I'm not sure how "normal" families with two parents swing it.  We have trouble juggling all of our commitments in our "new normal" family with three parents (my husband, me and the kids' mother).  Our afternoons and weekends look a lot like a Chinese fire drill...with all of us going in different directions.  Sometimes, we just can't do it all...and that's ok.

My husband's parents moved from their long-time home in a near-by town to our community last year.  They are wonderful about helping us shuttle the kids around to their activities, especially if one of us gets stuck at work.  They also babysit for us on occasion if the kids have an early release from school.   They have been a true blessing for us and the kiddos.  We also enjoy just having them closer.  It's nice to be able to have dinner with them, or spend a Sunday afternoon at their house.  We would not be able to have this time with them if they hadn't moved.

My in-laws also had another reason to move closer.  My father-in-law has Parkinson's Disease.  He has been living with this condition for a long time... and has shown us all the meaning of courage and determination.  As his disease has progressed, his ability to do the things he loves (such as going to football games and playing golf) has slowly diminished.  He is also starting to become easily confused with things that involve short-term memory.  This has been a hard thing to watch...for us all.  My husband misses the experienced, insightful father that used to have good advice for every situation... a man that could fill a conversation with wit, humor and intelligence.  My mother-in-law misses the husband that was her life partner, golf partner and dinner companion.  Although he is still there, he is not the same person...and she grieves that loss a little more every day.  Every once in a while, my lovely father-in-law will show us a flash of his former self...through a little joke or a mischievous smile.  These flashes are becoming less frequent with time, so they are even more precious when they occur.  My husband and I help my mother-in-law as much as we can, so that she can have a break from the stress of being a caregiver.

Even though my husband, I and the kids are a family of 5...we are really more than that.   The boundaries of our family unit also include my parents, my brother, my in-laws... and even the kids' mother.   We all work together to take care of each other. We could not do it alone. We all have our burdens and blessings...and we lean on each other for support, love and an occasional laugh.  Our family isn't perfect of course, but what family is? Families are made up of flawed individuals...like me. The old saying is true...it does take a village.  Our little imperfect village has a lot on its plate, but luckily we have each other to help lighten the load.

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A good egg?

Following our pregnancy loss, we attempted to conceive again. Initially, we continued to try the old fashioned way with a little help from ovulation predictor kits.  No luck.  So, we added a touch of Femara at the beginning of my cycles, under the guidance of my ob/gyn.  No luck.  Then we added vaginal progesterone after ovulation, hoping to correct any luteal phase issues I may have due to my age.  Still nothing.  After about a year of all this, we decided to bite the bullet and seek help from an infertility specialist.  I could hear my biological clock ticking loudly in my ears and knew we needed to get going.

The specialist was kind...and honest.  Gave us all of the statistics for women of my age.  By my labwork, he could tell that my egg quality wasn't awesome, but he was willing to give it a full effort.  I was excited and really believed that we would conceive with some help.  Anyway...we had just conceived a year before this...shouldn't be too hard, right?  All we needed was a little assistance.  Maybe we just weren't timing things well on our own.  Now our efforts would be planned and monitored.  Great.  Not very romantic, but we were willing to go through the "fun" of fertility treatments if it meant we could have a child.

The first cycle of "fun" was Clomid.  I sat down with the nurse and learned all of the potential side effects...moodiness, hyperstimulation, too many eggs, etc.  I was scared, but what options did we have?  I began the Clomid as instructed and went in for my first ultrasound.  Just one small follicle?  Seriously?  That's it?  The physician said not to worry...this is just our first cycle...we have a lot more we can do.  I ended up ovulating on my own before they could even give me an HCG trigger to make me ovulate at the right time.  Ugh.  On to the next.

The second cycle was high dose Clomid.   Insert the above paragraph again here.  Same crappy thing happened.  One egg...ovulated too early.  Ugh.  We realized this wasn't going to be as easy as we had hoped.

For my third cycle, they decided to start me on injectable medications.  Ok! We are getting the big guns now!  I am going to produce a bunch of eggs!  So many that we won't know what to do with them all!  Umm.. yeah.  Not so much.  I produced my one, lonely egg.  They didn't feel that one egg was sufficient to justify performing an IUI (intrauterine insemination) so we were told to "try on our own" at home with ovulation predictor kits.  My physician said this recommendation with a look of kind pity on his face.  I was beginning to get the picture.

With my last cycle, they increased my injectible medication to a "large" dose.   They also added another medication to prevent me from ovulating early.  By now, I'm sure you are starting to see the writing on the wall as I was.  One egg only.  They had difficulty preventing me from ovulating on my own. On cycle day 10, they determined I was in the middle of ovulating by some blood work I had drawn that morning.  They called me at work and told me to come right away for an IUI.  I knew that they previously had not wanted to perform an IUI with only one egg.  I realized they were giving me a "Hail Mary" chance with this cycle...because they saw the writing on the wall too.  This wasn't working the way it should.  My sweet husband came running over to the doctor's office to "deposit" his contribution to the effort and I underwent the IUI.  No luck.

The next month, my infertility specialist asked that my husband and I come in to talk about next steps.  I knew what that meant.  We were going to get the "we've-tried-all-we-can-do-with-your-bad-eggs-and-it's-not-working" talk.  And, indeed that's what we got... although it was said a little nicer and with a lot of sympathy.  My physician said I wasn't a candidate for IVF due to my poor egg quality.  He talked about donor eggs and embryo adoption....ugh.  My head was spinning.  The whole point of this thing was that I wanted a baby with my husband.  One that was part me (with my stubbornness and love of bubble baths) and part him (with his sense of humor and OCD tendencies).  That's what I wanted.  My husband's sperm fertilizing someone else's egg or adopting an embryo that wasn't genetically connected to either of us was not the picture I had in mind at all.

No.  Unfair.  Why us?  Those words came back to me again as they did after my miscarriage...like a bad friend that won't get out of your life.  A friend that doesn't do you any favors.  I knew that feeling sorry for myself would get me nowhere.  I'm not the only person in the world that has been through this kind of thing....surely there are hundreds just in my community alone.  I'm not special.  I'm just a girl with a lot of blessings in her life...more than I deserve...that is unable to have a baby of her own.  Big deal.  So, be happy with what you have.  Suck it up, girl.   Sounds easier than it is.

Grieving the loss of fertility and the loss of a future pregnancy is not for the faint of heart.  It is devastating and life-changing.  How do you come to terms with the fact that you will never have a child?  How do you find the strength to say goodbye to someone that you never had the opportunity to meet and love?

What no one tells you is....dealing with your own infertility while being a stepmom is hard.  I mean, really hard.  Let me be clear:  I love my stepchildren with all of my heart and would do anything in the world for them--without a doubt.  But struggling with the inability to have your own child while taking care of someone else's children is not always easy.  It is a reminder of what I will never have.  I will never hear someone call me "mom."  I will never have that kind of bond with a child.  When I am around the kids' mother, I am reminded that she has shared something with my husband that I will never share with him.  She was able to give him three beautiful, healthy kids...I can't give him one.  She has that precious connection with him that I will never have.  That is a hard thing to live with.

Of course, all of this is absolutely no one's fault.  It is what it is.  I'm lucky to have my sweet stepchildren.  They have no idea I am going through this struggle, and they shouldn't.  They have had enough upheaval and adjustments in their life.  They don't need to know about my drama.  Also, it's not my husband's fault.  He has done everything I have asked of him, and then some.  He can't help the fact that I am now 42 and my eggs suck.  All of this is out of his control, as it is mine.   And the kids' mother can't help that she was blessed with having three children.  I can't hold that against her.  I'm sure I have a lot of blessings in my life that she doesn't.  And...again I'm reminded that life isn't always fair.  It's just life.

My husband and I are still dealing with these issues and decisions now.  It's not easy and the conversations are hard.  But, with love and faith...I am hopeful that as this door starts to close, a window will open somewhere.

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A bump in the road

Once we became somewhat settled in our new lives together, my husband and I began to work on conceiving a child.  To be honest, he wasn't all that excited about the idea initially.  We talked about it when we were dating, and at first he felt completely content with what he had...and didn't really want to go through all of that again.  I couldn't blame him.  He had his hands full as a single dad of three and I'm sure the thought of a newborn baby made him break out into a cold sweat.  I got that completely.  But, I had no children of my own and very much wanted to have that experience with him, if we could.  After a lot of thought and discussion, we agreed that we would try.

To my surprise, I had a positive pregnancy test 8 months after we married.  I truly thought that it would take longer, and that I may have to see an infertility specialist (because of my age).  We were thrilled, but a little scared.  I had suffered a miscarriage during my first marriage and I was worried that it could happen to me again.  We kept the pregnancy a secret from most of the people in our lives (including the children) until we knew everything was ok.  I was extremely nervous.

Things were going great until about 9 weeks gestation.  I was on an out-of-town trip for work and I began spotting.  It wasn't much and it wasn't consistent, but I was scared.  When I arrived home, I went to my obstetrican and had an ultrasound.  To my relief, the fetus was the appropriate size and had a good heart beat.  I kicked myself for over-reacting.  Silly, silly girl.  Everything is fine.  The spotting continued off and on for a few weeks, then stopped abruptly.  I was relieved.  Surely this means my pregnancy is progressing well...?  At my next visit with the obstetrician at 11 weeks gestation, they performed another ultrasound.  I knew immediately what I didn't want to believe.  No heart beat.  Our baby was gone.  I looked over at my husband, who didn't realize what was going on, and shook my head.  No.  No baby.  No pregnancy.  No.  Please God, please make this not be true.  Not another loss.  Please.  No.

I couldn't let my emotions out until we arrived home.  My sweet husband put his arms around me and I cried for what seemed like an eternity.  I was scheduled for a D&C (dilation and curretage) the next morning.  When we arrived at the hospital, my preoperative nurse reviewed my chart and kindly reminded me that I had undergone a D&C for my previous pregnancy loss 15 years ago at that same hospital.  Yeah...thanks.  I remember.  Ugh.

One thing I loved about being pregnant, was the absolute joy and hope you experience every day... at least that's how I felt.  I was so grateful and happy to be pregnant.  Once my procedure was over and I was home recovering, I felt so empty.  So sad and empty.  It's hard to understand how that truly feels unless you've had a pregnancy loss.  I tried to pick myself up and get on with my life.  I had a career, husband and three kids that depended on me.  I couldn't crawl in a cave and grieve forever, even though that's what I truly wanted to do.

We had decided, at the time of my D&C, to perform genetic studies on the baby. We were notified a few weeks later that it had been a girl and that she had a genetic disorder called triploidy.  Triploidy is not compatible with life and is not related to the age of a mother.  It's a random, spontaneous occurrence.  A stupid lightening strike.  

This news did give us a little comfort, however.  Our child did not suffer and we, as her parents, did not have a difficult decision placed upon us.  God made that decision for us and took her.  For this, I'm grateful... But I didn't understand why this happened at all. Why us? Why our child?  Not fair.  But, life isn't fair- no one ever promised it would be.  Unfair things happen to good people every day.  Why should we be any different?

My husband and I depended on each other and our faith to get through that tough time.  We were hopeful in the fact that I was able to conceive without help...at the age of 41.  Yay team!  We just assumed it would be a matter of time before we conceived again.  Little did we know.

A new life

After the wedding, my husband and I bought a new home and began adjusting to the routine of 50/50 joint custody.  The kids are with us every Monday and Wednesday night...and every other weekend.  Although this schedule means a lot of back and forth, it does allow the children to spend a good amount of time with each parent during the week.  As an extra bonus, it allows my husband and I the opportunity to have an occasional date night without the kids...which is important when you are adjusting to a new marriage and a new blended family.  I will give my husband props-- he does a great job in making sure we have quality couple time together.  In that first year, I think I may have lost my sanity without those date nights.   Going from a single, career-minded gal to a wife with three stepchildren is a big ole' jump...for even the most easy-going of women.  Every person that goes through that kind of change will have issues and challenges.  I don't care who you are or how much yoga you do.  It is what it is.  All you can hope for is a very patient, understanding husband and stepchildren that are sweet, loving and well-adjusted.  Thankfully, I have all of the above.  But...that doesn't mean we haven't had our challenges...and I chuckle as I type this sentence.  We have our challenges every week.

My first personal challenge was adjusting to the presence of the ex-wife/kids' mother.  To give her credit, she has always been polite and respectful to me when we are together.  She never has spoken badly of me in front of the children...and of course, I have returned that favor.  Now don't miss understand--my husband and I have had issues with her over typical things such as money and schedules...but we have made a concerted effort to get along for the children's sake.  I allow my husband to do all of the communicating with her regarding the children.  In general, she and I do not text, email or call each other about anything.  Occasionally, I will send her a picture of the kids if they are doing something neat...but that's it.  I think it works better for all parties when the communicating is between the two parents and doesn't involve the stepmom.  Now the three of us (my husband, myself and the ex) are certainly not all sunshine and roses together...but as far as the kids know, we are.  We all go to the kids' activities and sit together as a family...albeit a strange and slightly uncomfortable one.

When I married my husband, I made a very deliberate effort to not step on the toes of the kids' mother.  I understand my role in this family as the stepmom- I am an adult that the kids should respect and mind...an adult they can also have fun with and confide in...but I am not their mother.   And...I will never be their mother.  They call me by my first name...not "mom." I would never ask that of them, and I shouldn't.  No matter how many lunches I pack, cupcakes I make, boo-boo's I kiss, arguments I referee...they aren't mine. This has been the hardest adjustment...and is still difficult to this day.  More on that later.

As I have tried to make friends in my new community, I have discovered that being the "new wife" and the "new stepmom" can be a barrier sometimes.  A few individuals that have never really met me and don't know me...just dislike me on principle and will give me the stink-eye whenever I see them.  Maybe because they are friends with the ex...or maybe they are just uncomfortable with the role I represent.  Who knows.  For someone like me, who has always tried to be friendly and kind to everyone, this came as a surprise.   I will say that the majority of the people in our little community that are friends with the ex have been very supportive and nice to me.  For this I am thankful.  I am hesitant, however, to share too many details of my life with these folks for obvious reasons.  I am no dummy.  No matter how well you get along with the ex, you don't need mutual friends sharing information that you would rather keep private.

Ah...privacy.  Yet another adjustment in my new life as a stepmom.  No matter how much you love your stepchildren...and I love mine to the moon and back....they will share anything and everything with their mom.  Whatever happens when they are around is fair game.  Kids have no filter and no concept that certain things said/done in one home should not be mentioned in the other home.  And to be fair...my husband and I have heard plenty of things from the kids about the ex that she probably wishes could've been kept private too.  Kids are equal opportunity blabbers.  It is what it is.  You can't explain the concept of privacy to a 6 year old.  Just doesn't work.  I know as the kids get older this will most likely get better.... but I'm not holding out too many hopes.

Stepmoms also have a peculiar position when it comes to disciplining the children.  If they are with me and their dad isn't around, I discipline them based on the rules that their dad and I have established in our home.  Otherwise, I let their dad handle any and all discipline.  I am there to be supportive of my husband and to referee when needed...but I do not hand out the punishments on a normal day.  Deciding rules and punishments in a household is another challenging, and sometimes sticky, endeavor.  Our rules and beliefs do not always reflect those of their mom.  We have different perspectives on occasions, but it is important to be as consistent as you can between the two households.  There have been times when their mom has had an opinion on a punishment that I did not agree with....and I have had to step aside and just be supportive of my husband.  Not always the easiest thing to bite your tongue, when these kinds of decisions impact your life...but that is the way it is sometimes.

I think the most important thing we had to do in that first year was establish routines and traditions as a new family...but also respect the old traditions from before as best we could.  This was the "new normal" for all of us...and adjustments had to be made by everyone.  This is a process that is ongoing and fluid to this day.

And it began...

After dating for two months, I was blessed with the opportunity to meet the kids.  I was introduced as "Dad's friend" and I was immediately charmed by all three kiddos.  The youngest (girl) was four, the middle (boy) was six and the oldest (boy) was nine.  The oldest was the first to talk to me...which I will always appreciate.  His ability to talk with and smile at this woman that he had never met before gave the other two younger ones the green light to like me as well.  That set the tone of the beginnings of our relationship.

Initially after that first meeting, my future husband and I were very careful around the children.  I was his friend....and we took care to slowly integrate my presence into their lives.  At the same time, we tried to make sure the kids had plenty of alone time with their dad.  I was not there very often at first...and then I would occasionally go with them to the movies, dinner, etc.  Over a span of several months, their dad and I began to be a little bit more affectionate in front of and around the children (holding hands, etc) once we knew they were completely comfortable with me.  It took a lot of time and care to make sure the kids were happy and secure with our relationship.  It was hard, but I am so glad we did it that way.  It made all of the difference, I believe.

After dating for almost a year, my future husband sat the kids down and asked their permission to propose to me.  (Of course, I had no idea this was going on).  Thankfully, the children were thrilled and gave their full blessing.  He ended up proposing to me a few days later in a very simple, sweet way...which is reflective of our relationship.  No drama and no fuss, but a lot of love.  We were married eight months later in a small wedding ceremony.  We only had 15 guests (immediate family and a few close friends).  My stepdaughter was my maid-of-honor and stood next to me during the ceremony.  Our middle child was the groomsman and our oldest child was the best man.  Like the proposal and like our relationship, the wedding was simple and beautiful.  I had prepared a small vow that I said to the children during the wedding- promising that I would always be there for them and that I would always support their relationship with their dad...and their mom.  It was a beautiful day and I felt like the luckiest girl in the world.  I finally found and married the man of my dreams...and was given the additional blessing of being in the lives of his children.  Four blessings added to my life in one day.  Wow. 

Then the real adventure began...

Well, here goes nothing...

This is a blog by a woman who happened to find her soulmate at the age of 38.  He is actually someone that grew up in my neighborhood and went to my high school.  We were friends back then...never dated.  We reconnected four years ago after I moved back to our home state.  I had gotten married briefly in my 20's after college, but divorced after three years.  I had spent the last ten years going to graduate school and working on my career.  He had recently gone through a divorce and was a single dad to three kiddos. 

When he and I began dating, no one was more surprised than the two of us.  We were both bruised, tired and certain that we would never find life-long love.  Our first date wasn't really a first date at all.  We had connected on facebook and had decided to meet for dinner to catch up.  It was supposed to be just a friendly reunion, but as I was sitting there looking at him....listening to him speak...I thought:  "Wow.  This guy is sweet, funny, thoughtful, handsome...why didn't I notice that in high school"?

After a week of talking and sending texts, we decided to have dinner again.  When he came to pick me up at my home, he walked in...grabbed me...and gave me the most romantic kiss of my life.  And there it began.

At first, the thought of dating a man with three young kids was frightening.  I didn't have children of my own and never really spent a lot of time around children.  How would this work?  Would I suck at it?  Would the kids hate me for some reason? I decided to not worry about all of that in the beginning.  Eventually, if I was lucky, I would meet the kids.  For time being, I would focus on my new love...