It's kind of a big day around here. I've remained mum on this subject for the last month, but I think it's finally time. Time to talk about the big changes that are happening for my husband, for my family.
Job changes are a big deal. A big, hairy deal. And that's exactly what's happening around here. Today is my husbands last day of work, at the only place he's ever been employed (besides being a server at LoneStar, which doesn't count, we try to forget that phase often, as I was also a server at a restaurant next door to his, and boo to waiting tables). A place that he's worked since he was 15 years old, after school for a few hours a day at first. Then, summers full time. Then, working part time around his college schedule. And after college, offered a full time position.
Ten/eleven years later--here we are.
The thing is, this job has been great. It has provided my husband with so many tools. So much experience. He worked his tush off harder than anyone I know. He poured his blood, sweat and tears into this place, into managing what was a failing department and making it something better, today.
In their busy season (Fall into Christmastime), he seemed to work virtually around the clock. Weekends, Sundays, even, after having worked already all week long, many more hours than he should have. Because he felt that ownership, he believed in what he was doing, and most of all--it kind of fell on his shoulders and he felt the heat more than anyone else as the manager. To say that season in our lives was stressful? Understatement of the year.
But still. Despite all that--we're both grateful for that job. For that experience. That it was just next door to our house. That Emeline & I could visit on a whim. Or bring him lunch. Or he could come home for lunch. And that he grew as a person and employee-making him into the catch he is today. As cheesy as that sounds.
This past month he got offered a job that I have no hesitations in saying, he will love. Why? Well, it's actually in the field he studied in school, and enjoys in his personal life. Computer stuff. Design. Back-end website stuff, coding, etc. (Words I just don't know how to use properly, so I'll just not, so I don't embarrass myself). His new job title is a Multimedia Developer. Has a nice ring to it, doesn't it? :)
He no longer will be managing a slew of people. It's a different type of job, totally--and we're both ecstatic for the change. The change of pace around the holidays, the change of scenery, the change in responsibilities, the change in general.
Change is good. And this came at the perfect time.
I couldn't be prouder of him. I know at times he felt like he'd be doing something he wasn't truly passionate about forever--but I know sometimes when we're in it, it's hard to see out far enough to know that God ultimately has a bigger plan in mind. And He did for us. For Declan. And I'm really, really excited for him. And proud, mainly :)
They'll be some adjusting for me, too. His hours are slightly altered here. It's a further drive (well, anything is further than NEXT DOOR. ha.) There will be no surprise! daddy is home! lunchbreaks. But overall, it'll be good.
I'm excited to see life sparked back into my husband--because he'll be thriving in an environment he was meant to be in. And ultimately? That makes for a happy wife, too.
So cheers! To Monday. To his new, fresh, career start.
Prayers for a smooth transition are always welcome and appreciated. xo