but when we come back here...i always wish in a more raw way for the two to be one...the kind where you feel the rawness in your chest, aching-like...
but in the car i was reminded of my thankfulness. i was listening to a new music mix, with my wonderful, dreamboat husband on my way to see and spend time with some of the people that are nearest and dearest in my heart; it was sunny and snowy and we were driving through the mountains in pennsylvania. it looked like a hudson river school painting. brian and i were talking and just stopped to admire how majestic everything looked. purplely-pink, low contrast lighting, and rolling hillsides with trees, and small houses, and little cows dotted along...
i am thankful for this time of life. though the newness can be hard to swallow sometimes, i am thankful for the more time, for the new faces, new surroundings. my life has started to meld and mend into something that makes more sense in a bigger way. my following and wandering and waiting are bringing peace and joy to me lately. i feel like the pink sunlight that was covering the hillsides has been seeping into me as well.