The First Week of April

     Ah, the first week in April, it holds so many new beginnings for many.  As the flowers begin to bloom and the snow melts away, the promise of spring is in the air.  For us the first week in April is very special in several different ways. 
     On April 4, 2009, life as I knew it was about to change forever.  That's the day that I met my loving husband Chase.  It was a Saturday, and my cousin and her husband had set me up on a blind date.  At the time I was 19 and going on a date with an older more mature man.  I was so nervous.  The entire week I searched for a "mature "outfit, one that didn't give everything away.  After all my track record for dating losers and or jerks was very high.  So, this time should be different and boy was it.  The date went smoothly or so I thought.  After talking to Chase later he said that he thought we would never talk again because he was told I was very talkative and I really didn't say much on the actual date.  I wanted to make a good impression and if he saw the true me he might run for the hills.  Upon coming home that night I knew I had to find out more about this kind, quiet, and super hot man.  And the rest my friends is history. 
     Fast forward to April 3, 2012, and Chase and I are waiting in the hospital for our first nephew to arrive.  After waiting around for him to show up (granted we sat in the waiting room for 2 days, going home at night, making sure he wasn't going to come until morning) he was born at around 8:00 pm.  Once mommy and baby were settled, we were cleared to go see them.  I fell in love instantly, and we've been best friends ever since. 
     That was also the day that I knew we should start trying to start our family.  I have always wanted to be a mom even before I started playing teacher.  Yes, I played teacher.  So much so that I would bring home old text books from school and teach my baby dolls how to read.  Seeing my sweet, tiny nephew was the last straw, I knew it was time.  I wanted want what I saw that day, a happy family. 
     This month that sweet little nephew turns 3, where has the time gone?  There are always mixed emotions for me this time of year.  As each year ticks by I can't help but think, will this be our year?  Will we finally get to be parents?  Oh, how I wish I knew.  At times I wish God would send a big booming voice, an email, text message, or even a letter and tell us when things will happen in our lives.  If this were true then where would our faith come into play?  With that being said, I guess I will go back to what I have done for the past 3 years now: wait impatiently, pray like crazy, and hope our sweet baby arrives someday.  Until next time friends, always Chasing Hope.