Wednesday, July 25, 2012

Moving Day

Moving day is here! Boxes are organized, cupboards are emptied, appliances are drained and packers have arrived. However, there is only one small problem……the couches, dishes, toys, beds, bedding, tools, curtains, bikes, skis are going alone. That’s right; as our belongings make the voyage across the Atlantic we are postponed in San Antonio. “Life is like a box of chocolates, you never know what you’re gonna get.”
     I have heard horror stories of moving companies and although the stories may have been a bit exaggerated there is definitely a thread of truth in them. At 8:30 sharp six uniformed working bees descended on our house. I had to hand it to them: they worked fast! However, as I watched my shoes dumped onto brown packing paper and glimpsed my leather boots folding like an accordion I wished they could be a little more conscientious. But, ultimately does it matter?  Like George Strait sings, “I ain’t ever seen a hearse with a luggage rack.” So, maybe there will be a few things broken when we unpack but oh well!



The one in red was pretty cute!






Pierce spent the day at Damon's and Gretel got to 'help' us out.
 



Sunday, July 1, 2012

Blue Skies Ahead

   On Feb 21, 2012 my Dad’s voice choked over the phone that Theresa had died. My closest, dearest friend and sister was gone.
   Theresa possessed an enthusiasm and zest for life that spread contagiously to those around her.  This passion drove her to adventure whenever the opportunity arose. From mountain biking, to skiing, to triathlons, she wanted to try it all. And luckily, I was swept up in her love for life and accompanied her on countless escapades.
    Shortly after I graduated from high school, Theresa decided it was high time for me to try out sky diving. She rounded up some friends and we took off for Lost Prairie, MT. After brief instruction, we suited up and chose the partner we wanted to jump with. When my buddy and I’s turn came we marched toward the Cessna 182 that we would jump from. A sign had been mounted to the side of the runway that read, “Blue Skies Ahead”. And ever since then Theresa and I often used that quip to brighten each other’s day.
   After Theresa passed away I picked up the pieces of my life, which entailed: welcoming my husband home from deployment, giving birth to a baby girl, moving back to Texas and preparing to PCS to Germany. As I now pack boxes and clean out closets, my thoughts drift back to various conversations with Theresa. We day dreamed about mountains to be climbed, rivers to be swam and caves to be explored; but most of all about raising our kids to see and live the beauty of life. My heart breaks knowing that I will be alone on these future endeavors. However, that’s when I remind myself that: BLUE SKIES ARE AHEAD!