blog challenge, day seven and done
"imagine a moment in five (ish) years"
it's the summer of 2015 and there are boxes everywhere. the occasional birthday balloon makes its way down the hallway, left-overs from an epic birthday dinner (twenty seven. holy cow).
i'm moving. getting married then moving. the wedding is in two weeks. we move right after the honeymoon. there are people everywhere helping us pack. my family has been over since morning, organizing closets and disassembling furniture and packing kitchen utensils. my scruffy faced, faintly accented fiance and his entire family are on their way. they're bringing mexican food (veggie tostada??) because it's the first thing i miss when i leave america.
oh, by the way, i'm leaving america. i (FINALLY!!) graduated and mr. scruff and i have been interviewing with international organizations, putting our graduate degrees to good work. i have to leave the cute little house i've dreamed about since 1998 but my passport has been waiting since 2005...
today, though, is moving day. the house is loud and and hot and full. mr scruff and i are stealing kisses and thanking God for past, present and future and for the ways that families can join and love and create heavenly space. after the sun has gone down, the only thing left in the house is the kitchen table, set with summer linens. we're squeezing in for one last family dinner.
("family" is stretched to include neighbors, friends, friends of friends, teachers, pastor, coworkers, my refugee family, anyone with an empty stomach)
*now i will try my hardest not to get attached to this dream story i just came up with. yikes.
1 comment:
This made me really, really happy. I wonder while I'll be doing in five-ish years...probably running after a toddler. Yikes.
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