The year of faithJanuary 25, 2011 at 1:00 pm | Posted in country life, country living, dating, dogs, faith, family, knitting, Life, love, marriage, pets, photography, relationships, romance, snow, travel | 5 Comments
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Recently I was out and about the farm watching The Duke (my son’s English Bull Dog) frolicking in the snow. I thought back to January 2006–I was single, living in the foothills just north of Los Angeles in a 15 x 15 square foot room I was renting from a very nice Australian lady. My children, who I had raised as a single parent, were all grown up and living on their own.
Everything about my life had been turned upside down and inside out. Making things worse, it was over 90 degrees … it was January and over 90 degrees. That was something I just could not abide.
I was sweltering in my little room, taking walks when I could on Hansen Dam, sometimes along a little trickle (barely discernible) of water known as “The LA River” that crawled along a through a little ravine near the place where I was living. Weekends I lugged my painting supplies, easel, and a canvas from storage to a nearby park so I could paint … in the heat.
Now it is 2011 and here I am … married, living on a 50-acre farm in upstate New York with a 3,000 square foot farm house, a barn, a garage, woods, a wonderfully flowing river full of real water, and thick white snow as far as the eye can see.
It is January, and today we started our day at about -5 degrees with a fresh blanket of snow.
Fluffy, white, beautiful snow. And I have a wonderful, loving husband who I love so very much.
Finally I am home.
Five years ago today I woke up not knowing this man or this place existed. Actually, that is not entirely true.
The truth is, a powerful spiritual event occurred in 1987 foretelling this entire scene. That spiritual event involved snow, in Los Angeles, on a day of miracles. From that point forward I knew that my husband did exist and that if I just lived my life and kept the faith the time would come when our paths would converge and we would know instinctively who we are to each other and we would join our lives together.
I knew he existed, but I didn’t have his exact coordinates and could not have described his face or told you his name.
It was five years ago today when I first received an email from him, introducing himself. I have told that part of the story here on my blog before.
He told me he was looking for his best friend, someone who complements him and vice versa … that the two would be greater together than they could have possibly been individually.
Though our story is one of great love and happiness, you might be surprised if you knew some of the trials and jarring realities we have been tested by in our few short years together. This has been, and is, quite a large experience.
We came into this marriage relying completely on a deep and abiding faith that we knew what we were doing and that what we were doing was blessed by God.
We met online somewhat by chance at the social networking site, FarmersOnly.com. He introduced himself by email on January 29, 2006. By late February we were seriously exploring all of the “what if’s” of a possible marriage. My early March we openly acknowledged the fact that were were, indeed, going to be married before the end of spring. On March 29 he flew me out to New York and we met face to face for the first time, already knowing we were going to marry. That evening he proposed to me and broke my rib in a big bear hug. A couple of nights later we had our first date.
On April 29, 2006 he was in Los Angeles, we got in my Ford Explorer, drove to Las Vegas and got married for $25 at a drive through window. Nine days later we arrived home at our beautiful farm.
Now, five years later, we are living a life we love. We have pulled through whatever has come our way, each time with a stronger bond than we had before, reassured that our faith in 2006 was not misguided. My daughter and our grand-daughter live with us, as do three dogs — a Weimaraner, an English Mastiff, and an English Bull Dog plus five barn cats. My son has a room here and visits when he can.
Much about our life has not turned out as we thought it would, but isn’t that the stuff of life anyway?
What we have done with it, now that is where our marriage really glistens. We are best friends, and we are much greater together than we ever would have been individually. What we have found and what we have made of what we were given, I wish on many others. I would love to know that many, many others have found and will find something of what we have.
The cool thing is, we’re just getting started …