This day: the last day of the last year of this decade.
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Me: wondering what needs to be said about it.
I’ve been thumbing through memories. Here are some important ones.
On this day, ten years ago I wore a jean jumper from Maurices to my first stake dance in Kuna, Idaho. I danced with Joey George (Jared was present, too). And just before midnight, we counted down the seconds, then welcomed in the new millennia.
Ten years ago.
My parents had lost their minds and moved us far and away to the countryside. I’ve often wondered if they had decided to move elsewhere, if they had given in to my begging, where would I find myself now?
Quite possibly not here. I’ve thought it through. I’ve thought it. And I believe we’re very much led. In retrospect, it becomes almost blatant.
There is a certain Hand in all things.
There was a Hand in the choice I made five summers ago when I decided on a new home for myself (though, then, it felt more whimsical than anything).
One choice, and I moved without knowing anyone at all.
I moved here.
A few months later, Jared arrived.
A few months after, we loved each other.
One decision (or a few). And it affected eternity.
Two years ago, we sat across from each other on the bed in the basement of CKeller’s. It was Christmas morning. Earlier, we exchanged presents. And then, when we were alone, we exchanged hopes for the new year. The biggest, most heartfelt hope on the list: a child of our own.
Within one month, there was a beating heart.
A few months after, a baby. A little darling. All from a single choice.
Throughout the days and months since then, we’ve stretched ourselves. We’ve learned and grown. We’ve decided so many, many things. We felt deeper, felt more.
This decade has been good to us. We find ourselves happy, peaceful, at home.
At the end of each day, I like to tell myself that what I have here is a glistening piece of heaven on earth. Truly.
I’ve been thumbing through memories. Here are some important ones.
On this day, ten years ago I wore a jean jumper from Maurices to my first stake dance in Kuna, Idaho. I danced with Joey George (Jared was present, too). And just before midnight, we counted down the seconds, then welcomed in the new millennia.
Ten years ago.
My parents had lost their minds and moved us far and away to the countryside. I’ve often wondered if they had decided to move elsewhere, if they had given in to my begging, where would I find myself now?
Quite possibly not here. I’ve thought it through. I’ve thought it. And I believe we’re very much led. In retrospect, it becomes almost blatant.
There is a certain Hand in all things.
There was a Hand in the choice I made five summers ago when I decided on a new home for myself (though, then, it felt more whimsical than anything).
One choice, and I moved without knowing anyone at all.
I moved here.
A few months later, Jared arrived.
A few months after, we loved each other.
One decision (or a few). And it affected eternity.
Two years ago, we sat across from each other on the bed in the basement of CKeller’s. It was Christmas morning. Earlier, we exchanged presents. And then, when we were alone, we exchanged hopes for the new year. The biggest, most heartfelt hope on the list: a child of our own.
Within one month, there was a beating heart.
A few months after, a baby. A little darling. All from a single choice.
Throughout the days and months since then, we’ve stretched ourselves. We’ve learned and grown. We’ve decided so many, many things. We felt deeper, felt more.
This decade has been good to us. We find ourselves happy, peaceful, at home.
At the end of each day, I like to tell myself that what I have here is a glistening piece of heaven on earth. Truly.
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Tonight, we’ll most likely toast to each other some sparkling sparklie in our flannel Christmas pajamas we received last week. We’ve picked up Costco goodie goods and after Morgan’s soundly sleeping, we’ll be watching Jack Bauer kick some serious ‘bad-man’ arse (you know what I’m saying?) on our little laptop because we’re minus a (working) television at this point. Sound charming? I think so. And I wouldn't trade it.
Happy New Year, my dears! I’ll be seeing you!
Hollie Rae
Our little tree has been up for almost two weeks now. November 30th was the day, I believe. By the time we picked it out and loaded it in the truck, Morgan's nose looked like Rudolph's. Once we got home, it took Jared almost an hour to get our Christmas bins out of storage in the rafters above our garage. Bless his soul. I stood beside him holding our rickety old ladder while shivering (our garage is freezing) and squealing with excitement. Opening Christmas bins is seriously almost as exciting for me as Christmas day. Almost.
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