Repeating History
Nine years ago, my husband and I were married the day after Christmas and enjoyed a two night honeymoon at a darling bed and breakfast.
A mere four days after the wedding, we were on the road with a U-Haul moving to our new home in Ontario and we arrived on New Year’s Eve to an apartment so small and perfect.
We celebrated our anniversary last night, and as I scramble around this morning to pack and organize so many little bits, I realized with a start what day it is. We will again be on the road on the same day of the year with a U-Haul moving to our new home in Ontario, arriving on New Year’s Eve.
Only this time with our two beautiful children and the knowledge that this is our last crossing. God is surprisingly consistent on occasion.
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