In the blink of an eye... well, not really but that's how it feels. We packed the big truck with all our stuff and drove away, away from that beautiful valley. As we drove away, I wish I could say I took mental snapshots of every view, forever imprinting in my memory the last image while journeying in a new adventure. However, life doesn't happen in such a romantic way for a mother-of-four driving a full van and following the big driven-by-husband-truck. But the reality is that I didn't really need to have such scenes imprinted in my memory. They are and forever will be engraved in my heart, in the same way "my" Guatemalan volcano is. They belong to me, they are home. It is amazing how God would allow for such room and such love in our hearts, but then again, we can't be surprised, He is God after all. He is Big, like that. I left a home to find a home that we just left to make a new one. Somehow, all of these places are home.
We left my sister-in-love's house that Tuesday morning. I purposely had wanted to spend our last night with them and leave from their place. I didn't realize that in doing so, I ended up spending my last night in Gallupville in the very room where I had spend my first night about eight years ago. Back then, I came a single girl with a notion in her heart for this guy she had met just about a month earlier. That notion became a sacred secret that turn into a sacred love in the passing of one year give or take. Later with that love came life, and history. Now we both leave that behind for more life, more love, more growth, more history.
On our way out of town, oh the sadness and the many places I wish I could have stopped at for just one more hug. Alas, it couldn't be done. One stop was all I could do, and one stop was all we did. Through an uneventful four+ hours of driving, we reached our new town. The children were amazing, and by the end of the day we were unpacking our belongings and unloading our souls in a temporary home. We are being hosted by the most gracious couple that were already considered friends and are becoming even more dear to us by the minute. Already this adventure is unfolding before us and our hearts are making room for the new. As soon as we iron out the little details as computers and the like, I will make sure to give you pictures. In the meantime, life is full of surprises... better said God is full of surprises, so we marry our past and our future in this lapse of time called present and live out our lives in the grace of His love.
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And I am so excited for you all. And so blessed to have shared some of your journey. I am so thankful for your friendship, and for the many ways you and Ben have touched the lives of Ken, me, and the kids. xo
Mmm, yo no sé qué sentirán los patojos cuando lean éstas lineas en el futuro, estás guardando la escencia, las viviencias, de su infancia, de tu juventud, de tus inicios en un matrimonio y un hogar... te imaginás releyéndolas dentro de unos treinta años? Y para entonces serás abuela muy probablemente, y los nietos sabrán también de las racíces que conformaron el hogar de los abuelos, de sus aventuras, de un padre gringo y de una madre guatemalteca, que emigró por amor... tan tierno relato, nostálgico, real y muy del alma, como lo sos vos!! Gracias siempre doy a Dios por ser tu amiga, porque sos honesta, fiel y sobre todo, porque tenés la gracia de Dios en tu corazón.
Alaaa ya quiero una marimbita así..... me diste ganas, picále pues y me conseguís marido!!
Te quiero mucho!!
Todos los inicios son raros, difíciles, y traen envuelto la curiosodad de los desconocido, pero sabés, todos, absolutamente todos, nos sirven para crecer!! Eso lo sabemos ambas!!
Abrazotes!!
Ilka.-
I love how you can capture in words the way you feel. Sniff.
Miss you lots.
Have a wonderful, fun adventures in the great north.
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