You know that saying, “When it rains it pours?” Or how about the other one, “Bad things happen in threes?” I’ve used these before to describe overwhelming events in people’s lives and in my own. I have said these phrases out loud to declare war on an unpredictable life, to show my exasperation at a world that sometimes just keeps piling on the crap…and then held my breath and watched my back for the next small catastrophe, because that’s life sometimes, you know?
But as I mill around my little home this morning, shuffling through the kitchen in my furry boots and pajama pants, listening to the pug snore and my husband’s breath move in an out as he lay, still sleeping, in the bedroom just a few steps away, in the calm of the morning of what is probably going to go down in my book as one of the bigger, most exciting days of our lives, the day our house gets set on its foundation, I am finding myself overwhelmed…but in the best way possible.
And do you know what’s even better? Just thirty miles away in my hometown, I imagine my big sister is having the same sort of feelings (or at least she will be when she wakes up this morning). Because today she and her husband and Little Man are going to be meeting their brand new home too…and moving in!
And just a little further east, oh, about 370 miles, my little sister is having her own moment as she prepares to welcome friends and family to her neck of the woods to celebrate four and a half years of hard work and studying and how it has paid off. Yup, she’s graduating from COLLEGE tomorrow! And I can’t wait to give her a big hug of congratulations and toast her efforts.
We have much to toast about.
But oh, it’s been a crazy week here of preparing and running and signing paperwork and getting everything in order and calling in the neighbors and family and friends to help us hammer and nail and prepare the foundation in the middle of a frozen winter and on into the night.
Husband has been dangling off of ladders busting out his “on a mission” face.
And down the road my big sister has been packing up all of Little Man’s toys and cups and putting her shoe collection in boxes, eager to finally have a larger countertop and a few more cupboards and floor space for Little Man to crawl around on.
In Fargo, Little Sister has been planning the rest of her life while planning her party and eagerly calling the ranch to check in on her mother who, in the middle of all of this, is armpit-deep in her first Christmas rush as a new retail store owner, and she’s doing great.
And Pops? Well, as a married father of three girls he’s had some practice with matters like these. When the women in his life are reaching as far as they can reach, he makes sure he’s there too, to help give them a boost and let them step on his knee if they need to.
Yes, in the days leading up to a holiday that will find my big sister settled into her new home, my little sister a career woman, my mother with a glass of wine to toast the end of the rush and my pops leaned back in his easy chair, outside a quiet frost has been hanging over the ranch for days. It has been coating the fences and buildings and oak trees in a white sparkle, as if it is setting the stage, painting the landscape for a perfect photograph of a Christmas gift delivered to us today…
And in all of the hustle and bustle it is all I can do to not stop and lay down in its sparkle, to shake the branches and watch the frost fly, to take a quiet walk through the hills to really appreciate this mid-December weather that has held on for us to get the last-minute details done.
So as the sun is making its way up the horizon line, husband is awake now and working his way out the door, bundling up and loading tools in his pickup for a trip over the hill. Little Man is probably waking Big Sister with a giggle, Little Sister is brewing the coffee and Momma and Pops are loading up the car to go see her and celebrate. I will be on the road soon to do the same.
But right now today is the day.
Today is the day.
Because yes, life has a way of piling it on indeed, but sometimes it does so in a the best way possible.
And what do we say when that happens? Where are the words written for when dreams are coming true? Where is the phrase we use to declare our overwhelming excitement and happiness?
Where are the words for that?
well at least you cannot say there is a boring moment at the ranch, with family ect. Other than the wind blowing 30 miles an hr, we are seeing a little snow..just enuff to say, enough. Hasn’t hurt my feelings much. Wishing you a wonderful day. Nicole.
My nephew is graduating tomorrow, too, from NDSU! Congrats to your lil’ sis! And, as always, wonderful post and pictures!!!
Exciting!! I am feeling a “calm before the storm” in your description. But the good kind of storm, of course. Enjoy each step toward fulfilling your dreams!
Life altering day. Congratulations and I really like the photo of the rusty truck.
Congratulations on your new home!! I’ve had two homes just like yours and know that there will be times when you will be holding your breath. When the crane is dangling half of that wonderful house in the air or setting it on the foundation are two of the times. Wishing you and the crane operator the best of days…..
Nice, uplifting post, and excellent photos!
The words are buried within you and come bursting to the surface with just the tiniest bit of inspiration and they are poetic, full of imagery and joy.
How exciting for you. How nice to not be navagating in 2 feet of snow. Blessings Jessie, for you and your family!
Even good things can be overwhelming when they all happen at once like this, but everything will be worth it in the end. Best of luck in your new home. I can’t wait to see pictures after you are moved in!!
How wonderful, i always say the LUcky people are the ones who KNOW when they are happy!.. love the truck shot! c
The truck was your great grandfather Eddie’s. I learned to drive in that truck. Glad it’s still around.
Only wish we could be with our family on these SPECIAL DAYS…Have fun and enjoy today, and tomorrow…You are three Great Girls.
Your family is so lucky. You really seem to be on a roll. And watching Chad and your dad working on the house is so touching. I think of our moves–so alone, backs aching, and my mother-in-law saying “Are you moving again?” Like your house in Dickinson, we have gutted this one slowly and before I ever move again, I want to call the servants and say “Call me when it’s over.”
Beautiful pictures to compliment you touching post. Not sure there are any words for such a day. I hope you enjoy every moment and it lingers for a long while.
Love the image of the snow on the barbed wire fence.
Today is the day dreams are made of!
I loved all your frosty pictures but I think my favorite is that old truck … delicious!
You are a joy! Sometimes, you make my day.
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