After five years of marriage and apartment living as DINKS (Dual Income No Kids), my husband and I began the process of building a house. It was our first baby. We visited the site every day for the nine months of construction, following its every change with great excitement. We would wander around dirt, and later concrete, imagining where we’d be eating and sleeping, washing dishes and watching TV.
Once the second floor was framed out, we’d sit on the bottom steps and dream aloud about our future life. There was a bedroom that we both hoped would one day be a nursery. To be safe, we agreed to simply call it “the empty room.”
Six months after we moved in, I became pregnant. The empty room became the baby’s room, first for my daughter and, eight years later, for my son. All the while my husband proved to be an amazing father, patient and loving, as comforting and constant as the roof over our heads.
When circumstances changed and we decided to sell, I hoped that our home would find, well, a good home.
Our buyer was a single businessman from China who had recently become an American citizen. “Matt” (his American name) and I conversed easily.
We soon discovered that we were the same age, our birthdays being only days apart. Having visited China with my sister, I had a love for his home country as much as he had a love for his new country, too. Above all, Matt loved my first baby as much as I did.
At the closing, Matt let me in on a little secret. Our house number–1717–had a lot to do with his choosing our home. In Chinese, numbers have great significance. As Matt explained to me, 1 means “I want” and 7 means “a wife.” What’s more, 7 + 1 = 8. The number 8 is considered the luckiest of all numbers, signifying success, wealth or money.
So 1717 to bachelor-entrepreneur Matt read, “I want a wife, I want a wife, money, money.” I hoped he was right and wished him every happiness.
Less than a year later, I received a call from Hazel Sun, an outstanding real estate professional here in Central Florida. As Matt’s agent in our sale, Hazel had kept in touch with us both. She told me that Matt had met a girl and was getting married.
A few weeks ago, I received another call from Hazel. This one ended with me in tears. Happy tears.
Matt is about to become a father; he and his wife are expecting their first child. From the heart I saw in him as he told me stories about growing up in China, I know that Matt will be a great father. The empty room will be filled once more.
So 1-7-1-7 has come true. Matt met the wonderful wife he wanted so much, and now, he’s about to embark on life’s most profitable venture. Because loving and caring for your child is the greatest success to which a man can ever aspire.
Happy Father’s Day!