I used to think my lucky number was 6. The man I will always consider my “dad” was born on the 6th day of June, the 6th month of the year. For some reason, after he passed, I adopted this number as my favorite. Incredibly superstitious, the number 6 became my lucky one – the one I’d bet on at a horse race, the one I connected all good things to.
Today, however, I am celebrating the number 3.
It was three years ago today that I made the very brave (and very brazen) move to attempt to change my life.
After spending 28 years of my life on Long Island, NY – some good, many painful, and some all too unfortunate to describe – everything in my inner being was telling me I needed a change. After surviving a horrific car accident in the beginning of my 28th year, and suffering through almost 6 (there’s that lucky 6!) months of recovery, I felt there was no better time to pick myself up off the ground (or bed, rather) and start again.
I chose Miami. I have always had a fascination with Miami after spending so many years traveling down to the gorgeous locale – the weather, the sexiness, the flavor. But I made this choice not for the perks – but simply for the fact that Miami was where my mom was. My mom, and the rest of the people I call family.
Ok. So I moved. With no friends, no man, and no social life in sight – I did exactly what I wanted to do. I started fresh.
Here’s where the number three comes into play… Pay attention, because the next three years are about to be as much of a blur for you as they have been for me.
Nearly three months to the day after moving to Florida – I was introduced to my now husband. Three months to the day from that lucky meeting – we were engaged.
Crazy right? No, not that it took me only three months to land a dude down here – but that we got engaged in only three months. Hey, when you know, you know – right?
After a very difficult engagement experience (for me, I was terrified) we were married on a beautiful January night, in my dream location – on the beach, in Miami.
Exactly three months after that? You guessed it – I was pregnant. Oh, and that happened at the exact same time that we were moving into our first home together, as homeowners.
This was all within a year and three months of being introduced.
So here we are, three years later – and I am mind blown by what has occurred over the last three years. Three years, in the grand scheme of things, is NOTHING.
But somehow, it’s been everything for me. These three years have propelled me from a life of imagining what could be, to actually living and experiencing my dreams, in technicolor.
A beautiful man, a child more beautiful than I could ever describe – and a beautiful doggy to complete our little puzzle.
You know that saying, “we may not have it all together, but together we have it all?”
Yea – that’s my life. I’ve got it all – the three things that bring me the most joy.
And in obtaining these three things in just three years – I learned three very important things.
I learned what it means to truly love, and I learned to truly love myself – and best of all, I learned to trust the process.
And it happened – in just three years.