Unfortunately my maternity leave has caught up with us. This month is going to be a rough one. Ander has been working his butt off, bless him, and I've now gone back to work but we still have to wait for a paycheck for me. And I didn't start back quite as busy as I was hoping I was going to. Yes, things will be pretty tight this month, but that's not the reason I'm writing this post. It isn't meant to be a "boo hoo, woe is me" post. I'm writing this post because something amazing just happened that I just had to write down.
Ander didn't work until noon today, and all day yesterday I was looking forward to having him home this morning for company and to help with Charlotte. Then last night we had one of those conversations... you know that ones I'm talking about. All seriousness and frowny faces.
"I think I need to go out on Lake Austin tomorrow morning," he said.
"What? But I was hoping you'd be home with me and Charlotte in the morning! You don't work until noon! Why do you have to go out?"
"We really need some extra income this month, and the best way for me to get guide trips is to pump out YouTube videos. Each time I post some videos I get booked for trips. I need to go out there tomorrow morning and prove to all my potential clients that the fish are there and they're biting."
I struggle with this. I think I will ALWAYS struggle with this. I'm not really sure why, but it bothers me when he leaves so early in the mornings. I hate waking up to an apartment without him. I don't really know why I'm arguing with him about this. Fishing has technically become his work now, after all. But I found myself getting frustrated. I wanted him to be home with me and Charlotte. I was home with her all day long yesterday all by myself. I wanted his help this morning. At least one feeding, that would have been nice. But no, he wanted to go the lake and go fishing and take some video footage so he could make videos. I knew he was right, that he had to put out videos proving that the fish we there, but I still got frustrated. I think being overtired also had something to do with it... not enough time in the day, or something like that.
ANYWAY.
Charlotte was such a good sleeper and slept until 7:30 this morning, so I pretty much got about eight hours of sleep. I woke up feeling much better this morning and Charlotte and I began our day together.
Ander came home and started getting ready for work. As he was about to walk out the door he got a phone call. I heard bits and pieces of the conversation but I wasn't paying much attention. He left for work while still talking on the phone, but I got a call from him about 10 minutes later.
"Hey, I'm about to go into work right now but I have a story for you,"
"Okay, shoot."
He then proceeds to tell me that it was a phone call for a guide trip, and that this guy, Ryan had been meaning to call Ander for a while now but just kept forgetting. He told Ander that he had just gotten off Lake Austin himself and decided to give Ander a call because he and his buddy had been out on the lake all morning and hadn't caught anything. While they were out there they saw Ander come close to a spot they had been at for a while. They watched him sit there for a moment, catch a four pound bass, make a couple more casts, and then drive away. Ryan immediately pulled out his smartphone and looked up Ander's website and said, "I need to call that guy and have him help me. He just caught a four pounder in a spot where we couldn't catch anything!"
This. This is the reason I'm making this post. I argued with Ander last night asking him why he had to go out on the lake this morning. I didn't want him to. I told him to do whatever he wanted, but deep down I didn't want him to go. But Heavenly Father works in mysterious ways, my friends. If Ander wouldn't have gone out there this morning that man would never have witnessed him catch a good fish right in an area he'd already tried over and over again. Heavenly Father knew Ander needed to go out there today, and thank heaven Ander was listening to that prompting because his wife sure wasn't.
I think this is a little miracle, and you can bet I'll never tell Ander he can't go out on the lake ever again.
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