Last year at this time, we were on a plane, headed to Beijing. We thought we were ready to go, had everything we needed, and the excitement and anticipation was killing us. I even brought my InStyle magazine so I could take pictures at the great wall.
We had thanksgiving dinner the week before since we had so much to be thankful for. The house was clean. Her room was clean. Our neighbor was putting together furniture for her room while we traveled. I had just finished the mural. My girlfriend was housesitting.
This is the anniversary of the beginning and the middle. It signifies our growth, our love, our hope, and our belief that everything works out. We boarded the plane out of the country as individuals and came back as a family. It didn't matter that we didn't have the same blood, speak the same language, or live in a different country. It didn't matter that our cultures were different. It didn't matter that we had different needs. We had love and an unspoken & unwavering understanding that everything would be fine.
One year later, I learned some Chinese. I can lift 35 pounds with one arm. I can deflect a temper tantrum 80% of the time. I am an artist, a teacher, a singer, curriculum director, snuggle buddy, friend, wife, crafter, ball tosser, dribbler, chef, laundress, leader, rock star, hero, princess, nail tech, groomer, stylist, driver, storyteller, decorator, maid... And I occasionally work when I am not sick.
Journeys ... Sometimes you know when they are coming and not where they lead. You stay on it because you love it.
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