My daughter and I leave for New York tomorrow. Isn’t it crazy how fast our plans can change? How fast our expectations can change?
Six years ago today, Nick and I were visiting my mom for her birthday at my beloved childhood home in Lake Stevens, WA. A snowstorm had been in the forecast for a couple of days, but we were still surprised when we looked out the window after dinner that evening, seeing how quickly the snow had accumulated on the ground outside.
With pure white covering every inch of our almost 4 acre property, the view was breathtaking. But, as beautiful as it was, I wasn’t sure I wanted to go out. I was wearing jeans and though I love the snow immensely. I equally as immensely hate being cold and wet. But, Nick (already fitting in as a loving older brother to my younger siblings) encouraged us to go out and enjoy it. “After all, how often does it actually end up snowing enough for a snowman around here?” So, I found as many layers as I could from family members’ closets.
Almost a foot of snow was on the ground and all four of us (Nick, my mom, my brother, my sister and I) ran outside. We ran in circles, jumped in the snow, threw snowballs as far as we could, shouted our favorite songs to the sky and danced around the snowflakes. I remember at one point, facing away from the house and putting my head up to look at the moon. I ran and ran that way until my lungs stung. And, it felt so good. I had moved out a year before and was working two jobs and going to school full time. I felt the burden of being grown up all of the time. But, when I was with my brother and sister, being a kid again just felt right.
We built a snowman. We set him up right in front of the house in the glow from the living room window. He was big. We placed one of my dad’s old hats on his head, a scarf around his neck, and got his eyes and carrot nose just right. Then, we all took a step back. He was handsome… for a snowman.
As we all headed for the door, Nick grabbed my hand, “Walk with me?” I was freezing cold and soaking wet and it was getting late, but I didn’t care. That night seemed to be infused with magic and I didn’t want it to end.
And, magical it certainly was. We walked and walked. The moonlight bounced off the snow, making it sparkle and making it easy to see. There in the snow, six years ago today, 21 year old Nick got down on his knees, took my hand and asked me to marry him. Six years ago today, I asked him if he was serious and if other people would think we were crazy. “Does it matter? God told me that you are supposed to be my wife.” He was the one and both of us had known all along. Months before, God had written his name on my heart. I already knew what I was going to say, so I finally said it. I said, “Yes.”
You should have seen his smile that night.
Six years ago I was looking forward to spending every day of the rest of my life with my love. Six years ago today, I never in a million years would have envisioned my life the way it is now.
Though things have been hard, I wouldn’t trade my time with Nick for anything. I am so very thankful for every single memory and I will continue to keep them close to my heart. Six years ago, God knew what was going to happen. God knew what our path held. For that, I am grateful; grateful that He chose me to be Nick’s wife and walk with him through the magic and the trials.
I cant help but wonder where God will lead me six years from now. Luckily, I no longer waste time trying to guess… :]