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Our very last first day of school…

In Year 3 on August 19, 2013 at 5:18 pm

I’m not even going to try to apologize, I know you already forgive me.  We now have 4 children and live in Timbuktu.  Though false, it’s been so long it’d be half believable.

Today was David’s last, first day of school.  I can’t believe it.  On December, 11th, in just a little over three months, we will have completed law school.  I have kept our family alive and somewhat sane, and he has learned an entirely new language that I still don’t understand.  He has persevered.  He has slept little, read lots, and written even more.  I can’t believe this seemingly never ending journey of law school is really almost over.  And yes, I am emotional.  I remember the very first day of school, the pit I had in my stomach and that day seemed to last an entire year.  I was homesick to my core.  I was getting little if any sleep in wake of Sol’s whooping cough recovery and in a brand new place feeling very alone.  Jamie told me then, you’ll look back and it will be over in a blink of an eye.  I remember staring at her silently, thinking to myself that nothing could be further from the truth.  But, she was right.

I am ready for the next chapter.  I wouldn’t want to stay in this one a page longer, it’s a chapter that is meant to end.  It doesn’t mean that it won’t be hard.  I feel a slight pit in my stomach today too.  This time, it’s because it is coming to a close.  There will be many tearful goodbyes to friends that have shared this journey with me.  Friends that have seen my worst, and loved me anyhow.  Friends that have laughed and cried with me, and then laughed some more.  I will no longer have a dozen doors to knock on in search of half and half or an egg.  This kind of community people crave so deeply in their souls. I think it’s what we (the church)  were meant to be.  This raw, daily knowing and bearing. This sharing and loving.  I feel richly blessed.

So , here we are, here we are. We stand on the edge of the unknown with Him as our guide.  His steps are sure, and map been made.  Our job is to follow, unafraid.

Missing you,

Bep
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