Well, actually it’s just the same me. But different circumstances in my life make it feel new.
So, this happened…
It was a perfect day and a lovely way to formally celebrate our commitment to each other. After some years of widowhood for both of us, we met a year ago and as our relationship grew so naturally and easily, we found life is much better together than alone. And this next step seemed just right.
We consider ourselves very fortunate to have had loving spouses and many faithful years with them before their passing. We acknowledged both George and Joyce in our ceremony and we keep them alive in our hearts by readily sharing stories and memories with each other.
Living 150 miles apart, we had been informally sharing residences, going between my Chisago City condo and David’s country home in Staples. We have gotten to know and love each other’s families, spending time with each—summer vacation get-togethers, dance recitals, holidays with both families and even a rock concert, compliments of the bass guitarist, my 17-year old granddaughter. Both sharing our Lutheran faith, we have enjoyed worshipping and joining in our respective churches.
The support and encouragement we have received by all our family members and our friends has been amazing. We have both been made to feel welcome in our circles of love and friendship.
So the next step in this new life: I have moved—not withstanding the boxes in every room waiting to be unpacked—into my new Staples home. Though I have previously stayed here and have brought some belongings, this feels much different. It’s real, it’s permanent, and it’s HOME.
