Super condensed version of the past year of my life.
Ali Schmidt gave way to Allison Law.
That seemingly endless wretched
summer in Nowhere, Ohio turned into 8 amazing months in Saint Louis, Missouri (Go Cards!).
I met a man. An Englishman, to be exact. And married him in a super-secret Clayton courthouse wedding.
We lived 245 miles apart. Long-distance marriage was the plan.
We can do this for 4 months, we said. Madison needs to finish the school year, we said. Don't want to uproot her again, we said. Time will fly, we said.
We were in Kansas by April.
And here we still remain. Smack dab in the middle of Kansas City Suburbia.
Oy.
I catch myself complaining. Cursing Kansas. Day-dreaming of being back in the city. Wishing and hoping and planning.
Then I stop myself. I feel a tug at my heart that says, "uhh, dude...are you seriously that ungrateful?!"...and I stop - immediately - and give thanks to God for the new and amazing life I have. So maybe I'm not exactly where I want to be geographically, but I'm right where I need to be in so many other ways.
P.S. The incredible man I married exceeded my exceedingly high expectations. All that waiting and pouting I did? Worth every second.
