My worst run ever!

A couple nights ago I was in a half marathon. It was part of a “coast to coast” event where the first leg of the competition was to run a half marathon in Disneyland, California then the second part, to run in a half marathon at Disney World, Florida in the same year.

I had several concerns going into this last half marathon— it started at 10 pm (going past my bed time), I was diagnosed with a UTI the day before, and the weather was supposed to be cold and rainy throughout the whole event.

Our night started out with us driving to EPCOT at 7:15 pm to catch a shuttle to the ESPN complex.

IMG_20141108_193344313We arrived at the starting line area at around 8 pm. They had a DJ playing music, so we danced a little, used the bathroom a couple of times, and took pictures. At around 9:45 pm, we headed to our corrals (I was assigned to “E” and my husband was in “F”). I took off at about 10:10 pm.

IMG_20141108_221104486Even though it had started to rain while I was waiting in the corral, I did well on the first six miles or so.

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The rain became steadier and large puddles started to form in the streets. I stepped on a couple of them, making my feet soaking wet. I was drenched from the constant rain, and I became extremely cold.

Both my legs and feet muscles started to cramp and I panicked because that had never happened to me before. I fumbled with my phone to call my husband; I only got his voice mail so I left him a message.

I slowed my pace, hoping that my husband would catch up to me. For the first time, I walked during a run— I felt defeated and I wanted to quit. After a couple of miles, I saw my husband. I was so relieved. He walked with me.

As we walked a little, he would encourage me to run. I would run until my muscles became tight again then we would slow our pace. As we arrived in Hollywood Studios, we decided to get our pictures taken— it gave me a chance to rest.

IMG_20141109_241448841IMG_20141109_243757771IMG_20141109_243847283Afterwards, we picked up the pace again. This pattern of slowing down and picking up the pace continued for a few more miles.  Then finally, we were at EPCOT. We knew we were getting closer to the finish line so we ran the last 1.1 mile. We crossed it together. My husband could have completed his first half marathon with a good finishing time, but he sacrificed that to help me cross the finish line.

RunFinishAs we ended the run and had our pictures taken with our metals, I thought about Ecclesiastes 4:9-12, “Two people are better off than one, for they can help each other succeed. If one person falls, the other can reach out and help. But someone who falls alone is in real trouble. Likewise, two people lying close together can keep each other warm. But how can one be warm alone? A person standing alone can be attacked and defeated, but two can stand back-to-back and conquer…” (NLT). I am so thankful for my husband, but most especially for God— I wouldn’t have my husband if it wasn’t for Him, “…Three are even better, for a triple-braided cord is not easily broken” (Ecc 4:12).

Copyright © 2014 Dr. M. Teresa Trascritti

The guy

As a young teenager I made a list of the characteristics I wanted in a future husband—he had to love me for who I was, he had to be a family man, a good provider, a hard worker, and he had to be 5’7” (since I’m only 5 feet tall, I didn’t want to marry someone who would tower over me). I also wanted to marry an Italian.

I was attracted to different guys, but none of them really fit my criteria. I got engaged to this one guy because I didn’t think the guy I wanted really existed. Then one day he stood in front of me and I knew that it was him. How did I know? Because a thousand voices said, “It’s him!” I had goose bumps and I was at a loss for words.

I ended my engagement and I did everything I could to be where this new guy would be— I wanted him to notice me, and he did! Seven months later we were married.

Today marks his birthday. It’s hard to believe that I have celebrated 31 birthdays with him. We met a few months before his 19th birthday; in fact, this is a picture of him when we celebrated his 19th birthday.

ImageI realize now that our meeting was not “by chance,” it was God’s plan for me to be at the exact time and at the very place where my future husband would be.

Through our nearly 30 years of marriage, we have grown stronger together. He truly is my best friend— he’s the person I talk to when I am sad, happy, or mad.

I am so thankful that God has blessed me with this wonderful guy that I call my husband. Happy birthday, cutie! I love you!

Copyright © 2014 Dr. M. Teresa Trascritti

 

The 29 things I love about my husband

My husband and I will be celebrating our 29th wedding anniversary in two days (November 24th) so I thought it would be fitting to share 29 things that I love about him (they’re not in any particular order).

  1. I love eating breakfast with my husband (actually eating any meal with him is wonderful).
  2. I love going grocery shopping with him—I love how we have good conversations on our way there and back.
  3. I love how my husband tells jokes (I love his humor).
  4. I love it when he says, “I love you” to me.
  5. I love looking into his eyes.
  6. I love looking at his face especially when he’s asleep.
  7. I love watching him with our granddaughters.
  8. I love how patient he is.
  9. I love how he washes the dishes even when he’s busy.
  10. I love how he drops everything to help me.
  11. I love how he encourages and supports me.
  12. I love how he helped me get into the doctorate program, and how he cheered me on for six years.
  13. I love how he loves God and how he tells others about Him.
  14. I love how he loves our children and grandchildren.
  15. I love how he loves having family dinners.
  16. I love how he looks in a nice suit, and I love how tanned his skin is when he wears a white shirt with it.
  17. I love how he is willing to run even though he doesn’t like to run, and that he participates in 5Ks.
  18. I love that he wants to spend time with me.
  19. I love it when he hugs me.
  20. I love it when he scratches my back even when he’s ready to fall asleep.
  21. I love his smile.
  22. I love when he holds my hand in public.
  23. I love the way he looks at me.
  24. I love that he’s a hard worker.
  25. I love that he loves me just the way I am.
  26. I love tickling him and hearing him laugh.
  27. I love that he’s smart (much smarter than me), but he doesn’t flaunt it.
  28. I love the way he talks about historical things or explains complicated ideas to me.
  29. I love that he wants to spend the rest of his life with me.

Bonus: I love that he’s my husband, and I love that God brought us together!

Copyright © 2013 Dr. M. Teresa Trascritti

God answered my prayers

Sometimes I wonder if God heard my prayers before I actually accepted Jesus Christ as my Lord and Savior.

Today I was on Facebook and on the right column it showed names of people who “I might know.” I noticed that one of the names was my ex-boyfriend from high school. I clicked on his profile and saw that he was married about three years ago—this means that he was either a widower or had a divorce because he was married before then.

I thought about what my mother had said when I was dating him, “He’d make a good husband.” I love my mother, but I knew she was wrong about this person; and because of her statement, I knew that she was not a good judge of character.

I remember the first time my mother met my husband (he was not my husband yet). He flew to California from Florida to ask my hand in marriage (he said he wanted to see the Queen Mary so we went there and that’s where he asked me to marry him and I said, “Yes”).

When I came home, I told my mother that he had asked me to marry him. Instead of being happy about it, she was a little upset. She didn’t like my future husband for some reason. The first thing she said was, “He didn’t ask me for permission” (I don’t think that was the “real reason” why she didn’t like him because she didn’t seem to like him even before then). Even though my mother didn’t like my husband, I still married him.

I know that if I had married anyone else, then I think my marriage would have ended with divorce. For some reason, I knew my husband was the right guy even though no one in my family seemed to think so.

Years before, I had prayed for a guy who would love me for who I was (not what he wanted me to be). I prayed for someone who would be a good husband, a good father, and a good provider. I prayed for someone who would be faithful. I prayed for someone who would be supportive of me. I prayed for a guy who would WANT to be with me for the rest of his life.

Even though I was not a believer of Christ at the time, I think that God still heard my prayers because He gave me my husband. On the 24th of this month (November), we will be married 29 years. I thank God for him every day.

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Copyright © 2013 Dr. M. Teresa Trascritti

The plight of being married and busy

I teach classes online and one of my favorite courses is “Marriage and Family.” Just today I was telling a student the importance of spending time with one’s spouse. This is hard to do sometimes because everyone is so busy. I know there are certain weeks when I hardly talk to my husband because I have so much work to do.

Although my tight schedule lasts only a couple weeks or so, some people maintain that type of schedule all the time.  I think being too busy for one’s spouse for a long duration of time can cause tension in the marriage, but even being busy for just a little while can cause tension too.  

In February, my husband and I went to Disney World to run the Princess Weekend 5K. We decided to stay there for a few days so we can enjoy the parks. Even though I would be in the middle of teaching four classes, I thought I would be fine when we made the reservations. Usually this is not a problem, but there were two things that made this a problem— (1) since we were spending most of our time in the parks, I had very little time to work on my classes, and (2) all my classes were very large.

I would try to catch up on my work at night—answering posts, grading assignments, etc., but because of my large classes, it was hard to catch up with the few hours I had at night. After a couple nights of not being able to fully catch up with my classes, and feeling my work “snowballing,” I just cried. I felt so much pressure. I wanted to spend time with my husband but I also had work I had to do. This caused tension for us—my husband thought that the time we had would be like a “second honeymoon,” but it wasn’t.

What I learned from that experience is that when I spend time with my husband, I need to set aside all other things— I need to “clear my calendar.” When we went to Disney World, I should not have accepted any teaching assignments that would overlap into our “mini-vacation.”  

Our big vacation is coming up in October, and even though I could use the money from a teaching assignment, I am determined to decline any offers if they fall on my scheduled vacation.

Ecclesiastes 9:9 & 7 says, “Enjoy life with your wife [or husband], whom you love, all the days of this meaningless life that God has given you under the sun—all your meaningless days. For this is your lot in life and in your toilsome labor under the sun… Go, eat your food with gladness, and drink your wine with a joyful heart, for God has already approved what you do” (NIV).

I want to spend uninterrupted time with my husband and enjoy getting to know him again. I am very much looking forward to October!

Copyright © 2013 Dr. M. Teresa Trascritti

Twenty-nine years ago

Twenty-nine years ago I met a guy in Ft. Sam Houston, Texas. A couple months after we started dating, I celebrated his 19th birthday with him—I bought him a dress shirt and took him to dinner at the Tower of the Americas’ revolving restaurant in San Antonio.

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Today is that guy’s birthday. He’s now my husband and we’ve been married for almost 29 years.

Our meeting was “accidental” (knowing what I know now, I realize that there are no “accidents”). I was stationed in Ft. Sam Houston almost a month before he arrived. I was assigned duty— to check in new people from midnight to 7 am.

On the night I met my husband, I went to work early and relieved the soldier on duty (I was bored and had nothing else to do). At about 11:20 pm my future husband stood in front of me, waiting to be assigned to his room. When I saw him, I realized that he was the one that I was going to marry. How did I know? I heard a thousand voices saying, “It’s him!”

We were at Ft. Sam Houston until July of 1984 then we went back to our home state— California for me, and Florida for him. We literally had a long-distance, coast-to-coast, relationship for several months. Some of his friends thought it wouldn’t work out, and one of his friends actually tried to set him up with his cousin. Even his old girlfriend tried to get back together with him.

It wasn’t easy maintaining the relationship— we survived on accumulating several hundred of dollars’ worth of phone bills (cell phones were nonexistent), writing tons of letters, and sending some cassette tapes to one another. Then in September of 1984 he flew to California to see me and proposed in front of the Queen Mary. On November 24th of that same year, we were married.

I have seen my husband grow from a “boy” into a man. Most importantly, I have seen him slowly transforming into an image of Christ. It is because of his example of faithfulness that I was drawn to Christ again, and it is because of his encouragement that I was able to accomplish as much as I have. Thank you for helping me to go beyond my own expectations of myself!

Happy Birthday to my husband and best friend! I love you!

Copyright © 2013 Dr. M. Teresa Trascritti

My husband, the father

My husband and I became parents for the first time on August 18, 1985. Our first child only weighed 5 pounds and 12 ounces because he was born nearly five weeks early. I remember feeling the first pangs of contractions as we entertained my husband’s friends from Miami, but he kept assuring me that the pain was only “Braxton Hicks.”

Throughout the night, as the pain intensified, I kept telling myself that they were only “Braxton Hicks.” Finally, after a fierce contraction that left me lying on the floor in a fetal position, I woke up my husband and said that I needed to go to the hospital. He called his mother instead. After 20 minutes or so, she showed up, touched my belly, and said, “She’s in labor,” so we drove to the hospital. After four more hours of labor, our son was born.

My husband was overjoyed. He literally ran up and down the hospital corridors to tell people that his baby was born. The nurses had never seen anything like it, and rather than take the traditional Polaroid picture of mother and baby, they took one of father and son. The nurses told me that they had never encountered a father so happy about the birth of his baby before and that’s why they took a picture of him.

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My husband was thrilled with the birth of each of our four children, and he has been a good father to them. Thank you for setting a good example for our three sons to follow— I hope they will be good fathers to their children as you have been to them.

Psalm 103:13, “The Lord is like a father to his children, tender and compassionate to those who fear him.” Proverbs 20:7, “The godly walk with integrity; blessed are their children who follow them.”

Happy Father’s Day!

Copyright © 2013 Dr. M. Teresa Trascritti