Wolf Pack

“I tend to think of myself as a one-man wolf pack. But when my sister brought Doug home, I knew he was one of my own. And my wolf pack… it grew by one. So there… there were two of us in the wolf pack… I was alone first in the pack, and then Doug joined in later.” – The Hangover

Although this comedy usually brings back memories of movie nights in cramped dorm rooms as a college freshman, this particular quote comes to mind now in my newly married life.

Me, my husband, and Catniss

Me, my husband, and Catniss

Just about a year ago, my then-boyfriend and I decided to get married, and ever since then it seems like I spent all of 2013 counting down to December 28th, our wedding.

As my previous posts attest, it was a hectic year. I worked two jobs, knowing that I wouldn’t be able to stay long term at either, though both proved to be excellent opportunities for professional and personal growth. I moved from Indianapolis, a city I fell in love with, to my hometown to regroup for a month, and then to the small town where my in-laws live. As the year wore on, I started to count down not just to the wedding, but to the new year and the little ray of light that signaled stability.

One of the things that I’ve prided myself on is my independence. But, interestingly, I’ve found that independence isn’t always the quality that’s needed. Enter my wolfpack.

Life with my new husband has made me realize that I will never have to go through life as a lone wolf. There’s no struggle or success that we haven’t shared throughout our time together, and we’ve just promised each other to take on more. We also have the support of our families, that are now joined together, and our kitten, Catniss, who mostly just provides snuggling.

My husband is also quick to remind me that God is our Shepherd, and while I may run wild with worry & stress sometimes, He’s there to watch over me. One of the best traditions we’ve started in our new household is to pray a rosary every Sunday, in addition to attending Mass and prayer at meals, when I frequently ask for God’s help to guide me to my next opportunity to benefit children, what I still feel is my calling.

This new year in this new city feels like a new start for me, though I’m carrying everything I’ve learned with me. I feel refreshed and ready to take on new adventures, with the knowledge that my wolf pack has my back.

 

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