Sunday, February 26, 2012


One year has passed since we crossed the Blue Ridge Mountains. Since we said goodbye to home. Since we began this adventure. One year ago we were scared, nervous, and doubtful. One year ago I felt isolated, abandoned, ready to turn and run.
During the firsts weeks of our move my husband had gone to a business dinner. Since we knew no one to babysit I stayed home to put our son to bed. With moving boxes still unpacked in the corner of our bedroom I curled up on our bed. Feeling the kicks of our youngest son inside me made me think about all the things he would miss out on not being born closer to our families. I wrapped myself in disappointments. Later that night my husband came home to a tangled, emotional, tear streaked wife. We held each other as we cried our doubts out. We prayed, we let go, we decided to stop looking backwards. We went to bed and we woke up. And then we did it again, and again, and again. Then before we knew it 365 mornings had come and gone.
Now life has anticipation, familiarity, peace, and contentment. We now know the comfort of friends, favorite restaurants, looked forward to events, and the closest Starbucks. We know the shortcuts and the back roads. We have a church, we have fun, we have hope.
We will never stop longing for home, but we have stopped looking backwards. We will always hope for our heart's desire, but we will find joy and contentment now.
365 days has bought us road trips, baseball games, zoo memberships, picnics, birthdays, and blessings. This year gave us Jefferson, incredible friends, and memories to cherish.
As awful as it started, as hard as some of the days in it became, it ended better than I could have pictured that night curled up on our bed.
365 days brought healing, brought smiles, brought hope. 365 days grew us, blessed us, and bettered us.
Here's to the next 365...bring it on.

1 comment:

  1. First time seeing this blog. LOVE what you wrote! Glad you are doing so much better.