What Love Looks Like

My family and friends have been wonderfully helpful to us during this move.  See the deck above?  It's not the prettiest deck, it needs to be washed and painted, but it's now up to code and safe.  My in-laws have come every week to help out and do projects that I couldn't have done on my own.  They drive 4 hours round trip, work almost constantly and then depart before dinner.  My sisters and sisters-in-law have come to clean, paint and for moral support.  My friends have thrown good-bye parties, met with me for lunches and generally helped keep me socialized.

They all do this knowing that my husband and I will probably not be able to reciprocate.  And with many friends and some family, we may never see each other again.  This is what love looks like.

As for my writing, I've thought about it.  I actually miss editing and miss the cadence of words as I write and work over them.  Once I move to Billings, we'll be in an apartment so I plan on having more time to write during the day since there will be no yardwork and little housework.  In some ways I am looking forward to the simple apartment life.  Yet I am longing to have a real home again.  As the house in Minnesota empties, this move becomes more and more real.  We are trading lakes for mountains and I think that's a pretty good deal.