Journey of a Thousand Miles: Sweetness

Thursday, January 9, 2014

Sweetness

I don't know what happened here. I came home and found her like this after an evening with all the boys.

She wanted to wear Eli's underwear.

She insisted on wearing her bathing suit on this day. Halfway. And one shoe.

Helping Dad fix the dishwasher.

Here she is dressed up for Christmas. A funny story about this- She wasn't too excited about this fancy outfit, but after I got it on her, I heard her standing in front of the mirror oohing and ahhing. Oh how sweet. I went to take a peek- Oh. She had Kendall's old baseball cap and was admiring how it looked on her beautiful head. :)

I don't know why she likes to sit here. But she does.

But look how sweet.

6 comments:

Kirst said...: i especially love the pictures of her helping kendall fix the dishwasher and sitting in the fridge :); January 10, 2014 at 10:50 PM
Twila said...: Great pictures! so fun to see happenings at your house. Love watching the boys interact and have fun with their little sister!; January 11, 2014 at 8:40 AM
Joelle Hochstedler said...: She is too cute! I love seeing your little girl in a man's world haha.; January 11, 2014 at 3:00 PM
Jen Bontrager said...: Oh man that girl is cute. Love the swimsuit/Iowa shirt/leggings/one shoe picture!; January 14, 2014 at 12:57 PM
Dave Gloria said...: Ok... after seeing all these cute photos... I'd rather see this young lady now... instead of waiting a couple months... Grandma; January 14, 2014 at 8:11 PM
Jodi said...: Le' me at those cute cheeks! Man, she melts my heart. She sure is a cutie! Miss you guys. And Lydia has a sense of style that reminds me of my little gal at that age.; January 15, 2014 at 6:22 PM

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"A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step." Lao-tzu

July 1, 2008
This journey so far has taken me one thousand and four miles from my hometown, but I’m having trouble putting my finger on the single step that began it all. Was it Monday afternoon at the border when they gave me my official document allowing me to pass? Was it Saturday morning when we started the car and drove out of Goshen in our funny little caravan? Was it in February when we came up to Red Lake for a job interview at the hospital? Was it two Christmases ago being up here with Kendall’s family and all of us rating our desire to live up here? (I can’t say my number on a scale of 1 – 100 was high, but it was the highest of all the in-laws, so I guess I’m the chosen one.) Was it three years ago almost to the day that Kendall first said, “What if we’d move up here?” (I tried to ignore that one for several months, thinking surely it would go away.) Or was it June 10, 2000 when I married Kendall and made some solemn promises before God and all these witnesses? Was it a night before Kendall and I were married when we talked about moving to Red Lake? (It was a far off and romantic possibility at that time.) Or was it living in and visiting different cultures at different times in my life? Could the first step have been when my parents brought me as a baby to this same area for a year of voluntary service? (Kendall wasn’t born yet, but I surely saw his parents as they chatted with mine from time to time.) What about when my dad lived on a nearby reserve for two years before he was married? Or when my mom visited this town with her family as a teenager? Or maybe it had something to do with choices my grandparents made? Or other ancestors farther back?

At any rate, moving into this house where I slept for a few weeks as a baby and where my dad stayed as a teenager, has made me very aware of roots. And how they affect our lives and choices and passions.

I suspect there is no single step that began our move a thousand miles away from Indiana. It seems, rather, to be a coming together of so many different factors. (Not the least of which is marrying a man who has taken this land as a very part of his being. And for all the ways I can tease him and get annoyed at some of his woodsman ways, I really do mean that in a reverent and respectful way.)

So here we are, a thousand miles from nowhere. (Oops…I meant a thousand miles from Goshen.) I know that we safely made the journey here, but mostly our journey is just beginning. And mostly I’m excited.

Journey of a Thousand Miles

Thursday, January 9, 2014

Sweetness

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"A journey of a thousand miles begins with a single step." Lao-tzu

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