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Forgive the lag. I do like the pressing of words, but I am oh-so-slow and my ‘just for pretend’ tax return assignments always seem to take precedence.
Rings: One wedding band acquired. It was my great-grandmother’s, and I think it is lovely. We must find another. Also, we have the Mosaic Community Church sanctuary reserved for June 7th for our wedding ceremony.
Families: Tim and I have them, and they are so good. It has been fun to delve into them over the past year, feeling as if we are both treading into a foreign land. Mine (extended family and all) is a large, lovable, sometimes hyper-anxious mix of good folk, with a curious bent for history, story-telling, and politically incorrect jokes. Tim has lots of names to remember, and he is doing very well.
December: It has come. Tim and I talked a while back, as we drove through the Fort Pitt Tunnel, about how much we’ve come to love the change of seasons. I suppose everyone feels this way, at least a little bit. That makes it even better. But really, every year it’s the same thing, but newer…or maybe older, I can’t quite tell. Isn’t that something! It seems like this is a true, but subtle pattern on many fronts, this deeper-newer-older (I struggle with succinctness). A year ago Tim and I were in the beginning stages of figuring each other out. Today we still are, but on a different level. The other night I stared at him as we walked through the parking lot next to the church where we met five years back. It was interesting to compare his face to the one I first met. I’m that much more comfortable looking at it, and I know it five years-worth better.
Really, though, I love thinking about this. To me, it is the “Further Up and Further In” of any relationship. With God, with friends…even with places, like my school or work. The longer you stick with it, the deeper-newer-older it becomes. I believe Reba touched on this once (from a place of more experience & study) a while ago, speaking about faithfulness and ‘pushing through’ when you don’t feel like it, and I’ve heard my mom resound with the same word. The most boring, or most frustrating moments with any One inevitably give way to the richest ones. How good is that?
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