The Number Four

AJ and I have an ironic, reoccurring number in our life together, and that number is four…

We first met on August 4^th, at a singles ward FHE.

It took AJ less than a week—four days to be exact—to convince me that I liked him better than the missionary I had been writing.

On October 4^th AJ proposed to me on Temple Square in Salt Lake City, Utah.

Sometime while AJ and I were dating we noticed-- to our astonishment-- that we were exactly 4 years, 4 months and 4 days apart in age.

December 4^th we were sealed in the Mesa Arizona temple- 4 months to the day after we met.

Soon after we were married, we learned we were expecting, our due date … September 4^th.

Unfortunately, like 95% of babies, Samuel didn’t come on his due date, he came four days early instead.

At the end of my pregnancy with Lily, we were hoping she would come four days early too- so she would be born in April, the fourth month.

However, she was born on May 5^th, four days late.  (The LONGEST days of my life!)

Abram’s claim to fame here is that he isn’t actually our third child, he is our fourth, and he was born in 2014.  (Maybe that is stretching it a bit?)

Bonus:  I was pregnant with our fourth child on our 4^th anniversary, I can honestly say I never thought that was gonna happen.  Four babies in four years?!  That is kind of impressive.

                Well, that about sums it up for now.  I am interested to see where the number 4 inserts itself into our life in the future.

I am not going to lie, I will be looking for it. *Wink, wink*