Looking Back

It’s been almost two years since Dave first mentioned to me that we could move to Mexico. That’s how he told me – we could. Not that we will or we should or we might. We could. We could move if: if we both agreed that that’s where God was leading us. We could.

So we thought and prayed and planned and hoped for almost 18 months before the move happened. By that point we were as ready as we could be.

I don’t know how other people present this opportunity to their wives or husbands, but I’m guessing not as well as David did. Because either the wives say, “absolutely not!” and they never come, or the wives say, “whatever you think, sweetie” and then come but they’re miserable, or the wives say, “great! I wanted a few years vacation from my real life.” Almost no one says what we said: “we both are moving and we both are working because this marriage is a partnership and no one wins when someone loses.”

So now, when someone has a bad day at work or when everything seems to be going wrong, or when homesickness settles in for a few days – in other words, when life isn’t perfect – there’s no one to blame. There’s no fighting. No one’s mad. We made this choice together and we’re living it together.

I don’t know of any other way to live peacefully.