It has been quite some time since my last post, and a LOT has happened since. Sheila and I are now husband and wife. We’ve embarked on the adventure of purchasing OUR home, and are in the process of preparing MY home and HER home for sale. Life, as it has the habit of doing, has sprung up from the fertile ashes of the past.
Our new life together is not without its challenges and emotional hurdles. Three of my children and one of Sheila’s are, for lack of a better term, “not happy” with our marriage, to the point of damaging their relationship with us. My expectation is that this will change over time, but it hurts and creates some conflict in our married life. It is also, from my reading, quite common.
This is another mile marker on that highway of life. It may seem unremarkable, but it shows that our engine does keep running and moving us along with the traffic of time. Memories of the past still pop up; some causing melancholy, some: longing – others inspiring a smile. But new memories keep pouring into that well in our minds that contains them – and the vast majority of them get categorized as “good memories.”
And, in keeping with the analogy that (to borrow from Rascal Flatts) life is a highway: keep that shiny side up, and the rubber on the road. Be sure to look out the side windows, too – and, if something interesting appears, stop to investigate it: you never know what it can lead to.