Tuesday, 20 May 2008

• July, 2006.       At the name  that appeared in my inbox, my heart leaped and set off at a pounding rate as it always did when I received an email from him, rare as they were. Even more unusual was a note of this length. I kept my composure and hoped my flushed face didn’t betray me as life continued on around me while I sat in the living room and read the letter.

              “I had pretty much decided that God was telling me to move, but I wasn’t entirely sure where…” There was a short explanation about him eliminating two out of three places he’d considered, but he left the third place un-named and merely concluded, “So I guess that only leaves one place yet. I haven't decided for sure. or when it would be. Logic says it would be dumb to move there.”

              The galloping heart stopped to a halt at this point, then resumed it’s beating a little more normally as I slowly re-read the paragraph. What was he talking about? My logic told me, Its here. He means that he would move to Wisconsin, given the opportunity. Why else wouldn’t he have said where? Was that it? What does he mean? And…why…is he telling me this?

             

  October, 2006.            We were seldom alone, but this time we were, talking easily, as friends do. He talked about his future plans. I wondered, hesitated, and finally swallowed hard and asked the question that I was dying to ask. As soon as I opened my mouth I could hear my common sense telling me Stop! Don’t even go there! But it was too late.

  “Ummm…you know you said you thought maybe you should move…somewhere? Do you…still…think that?” My face was burning and I was sure he could see it. What had possessed me to actually admit my curiosity?

              He didn’t look at me, but didn’t seem to be disturbed by the question. Nor did he offer any more information. “I think sometime,” he finally said. “But not yet.” If I over-analyzed it, it could seem like he meant, wait.

              “Okay,” I said. I will.

   

  April, 2008.      “I can have the job if I want it,” he said.

              I held my breath. “And?”  

              “And it looks like I’ll be moving down there in four weeks.”  

              Overcome with happiness, I could hardly say more than, “Really? That’s…great!” And suddenly the wait had a little bit more of a time frame.

             

  So I was right. And much water has passed under the proverbial bridge since I got that mind-blowing email in which Packy hinted *gasp!* at moving here.

   

  But now he comes! Soon! This weekend!

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  Quote of the Day:
  Jenny: "Caleb, Laura and Jonathan are here!"
  Caleb: "Packy?"
  He's got it figured out.

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