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.
I often wonder how heavy the load must be to love a women who makes her home 532 miles from yours.
And yet, he never makes it feel like a burden, only as if to know me is the greatest blessing.
Loving this women when she can’t be there to physically support you in the everyday ordinariness of life.
He’s found ways to be ever-present. Many days I feel as if there’s not a second he has missed.
Regardless of where we end up, I know I will love him forever.
I’m not supposed to tell you that.
I’m not supposed to tell him that.
But, I made a promise to myself a long time ago that never again would I live a life that wasn’t fully authentic. And this life, has been more joyful, more hopeful, with him in it.
So when Ellery asks him if he “loves her Momma?”, and his response is clear, “I love your Momma”, it seems only natural to acknowledge with words, the one who entered in.
I prayed for you.
You came when God felt I was ready.