Persist

Months of heartache have trailed us.

The job loss, the pandemic, the struggle that seems to have us always in the waiting.

My love, I can’t imagine these trials without you beside me.

When this world has been turned upside down,  I find myself grateful that you came along. Your presence makes possibilities endless.

I long for days when porch swings and miles up mountains fill our moments.  But until that day is here, as we raise young women and watch the everyday beauty unfold, I will feel more hopeful then blue.

I will find peace in our persistence.

Old Houses

Old houses carry baggage.

Years of abandonement mean aches and pains that must be treated.

We know her war wounds and trust that this is where we are meant to be.

She will require years of hard labor.

Days will be spent digging and grating and hauling away the signs of neglect.

Who better to rebuild a broken space then those who understand how scars become beauty marks?

As we manage the unending waiting game of will we or won’t we get an offer on the place we live today, we will be content with our dreams about the day that old house gets to welcome us home.