Of Gypsies and Cowboys

Christmas Eve is one week from tomorrow! How is that possible!? So bizarre. This time last year we were reeling and reflecting and trying to process all the changes about us while coming up with a plan of action. Jem was plump and jolly and not even crawling. We were without a clue but hopig for the future and ready to leave it all behind.
A year later we've learned that some things never change. People can still be fickle. Misunderstandings still abound. Tendrils of fear for the future are forever eager to wrap about my heart and choke my breath of Life. The past couple of days have reaffirmed our need to be loyal and comitted to each other, especially in the face of questioning and conflict. If other people falsely accuse you or think wrongly of you, and your spouse follows suit, then all is lost. We need to have each other's backs.

Anyways. Onwards...!

Today we hauled a bunch of boxes into Augusta. Our entire collection of possesions fills about 1/3 of our master bedroom. Still too much, yet surprisingly little. I am so excited to open them and place their contents in their new home. The cabin still feels far from completion; pluming electrical, some windows, stairs.... BUT, we should have things set up throughout the weekend and (hopefully)move in early next week. Crazy! Much is based on the electrical though as we'd love to have appliances working!

I'm unsure if we'll have a Chrstimas tree as we'll be barely in there before The Day itself, but I'm hoping. This is the most "unchristmas" Christmas I've experienced....

Best to you!