May was nuts.

In 10 days we closed on our first home, moved, painted/stained, welcomed my mom into a haphazard guest room, I graduated with my Master’s of Education degree and got taken down the hour after my ceremony with an awful flu bug.

I’ve been taking digital images for 12 years and spent 2003-2009 storing them online through a totally credible (or I thought) print company. Well, this summer they went bankrupt overnight and all images are gone. GONE . Millions of images deemed “unrecoverable”with no one to look further. What!

New York City has held my heart for most of my life. Growing up in a theatrical family made way for frequent trips and a strong affinity for the city of music, talent, art, and dreams. For a season we even lived in Upstate NY but claimed NYC as “home base” to escape the small town we were relocated to.

I have pages and pages of journals from high school about moving to New York, attending NYU and building a life there. Ironically, my high school sweetheart turned husband who is also an actor had never been into the city.
 

I love a good plan. In fact, I’m energized by deadlines and inspired by time and all that it’s capable of. As such, I’ve been counting down to July 1st for several weeks because I had it marked as “1/2 way through 2015!” on my calendar. That’s pretty much it’s own holiday, right?!

Friends!

Thanks so much for being gracious as I stepped away from all of my “offices”, including CIHI, last week.

You see, God has this funny way of stacking life transitions on top of one another for me, so, of course it was only fitting to close on our first home (yay!) just days before my mom landed for a visit and my master’s graduation.

Dear J, Well, my love, it’s officially been 12 years since we walked into each other’s worlds. Every year around this time I find myself brought to my knees by God’s grace that has extended time and time again through you and your presence in my life. I think this year has been especially fun because we are both teaching young people who are the ages we were when we met, fell in love, messed things up, and did it all over again.