It was August eight years ago when I was sobbing, pulling out of my driveway, waving goodbye to my also sobbing mama. I was off to Virginia for medical school--a brave new world! Just me, Lady and the Jeep. How was I to know what an amazing journey this would be?
Right away, I met two precious friends, Katie and Ann, who remain among my best friends today. Then a few months later, I met this guy that I kinda liked named Rob. Y'all know the rest of that story :)
From lovely Blacksburg, we moved 2 years later to Roanoke--the first "city" I'd ever lived in. And still my favorite city. We had our first house together...a cute rental cottage on Wycliffe Avenue. I fell in love with farmer's markets.
A year later we moved to Norfolk, the biggest city I'd ever lived in. And hopefully the biggest city I will ever live in. How could I love a big city? Oh boy, in a thousand ways.
We had our 2 precious children here, delivered by a dear friend,
great indie restaurants,
living by the water,
kayaking that one time,
the botanical gardens,
afternoons at Colonial Place park,
walking Lady by the water while she chased the geese,
being lucky enough to become friends with the beautiful girl singing on stage at Tab,
dinners out with Katie and other wonderful gals,
dinners in with Katie and Bernadette and Lindsay and Jen & Alex and their families,
working a job I loved,
being lavished with wonderful baby showers for TWO children over the years,
amazing spiritual growth spurred first by the Hardison's then by lots of folks who loved us,
experiencing wonderful growth in our marriage,
being loved by Miss Kat, who loves deeply,
having my children sheparded by other wonderful mothers in our neighborhood,
watching James and Peter and June and Stephen and Owen and Luke grow alongside our children,
being blessed by Janel, who is like Paul in her willingness to glorify God, even if it means suffering,
sobbing upon saying goodbye yesterday and Katie saying "just go" and laughing because that's so Katie...
I could go on all day.
But, here we are, leaving all of these wonderful things. And somehow, we are excited. I can't wait for small town living. And for visits from all these Virginians :)
As we pulled into our new neighborhood after 11 hours on the road last night, Rowen asked me to show him James and Peter's houses. I wanted to cry, but I knew better. We're not over and this is not the end. Its just the beginning.