It was one of those days that in itself felt so normal... so calendar-page. November 16. Sounds like a routine enough day, but it wasn't. Not for me. That was the day my Great Story came alive.
November 16 was the day the books were opened and Someone read: Brin, Wedding. As if those words had been inscribed on that day since the beginning of time. I felt it, too-- that the day was eternal... set-- and all I had to do was step into it. Live it. Walk it. Watch as the leaves and lake and lights blurred with cake and champagne and clapping to make a Wedding Day. Josh and I were married at sunset in a simple but beautiful ceremony alongside a brooding, leaf-littered lake. It was everything and nothing I imagined. And I can't describe to you the emotion of walking down that hill toward him-- three bridesmaids behind, a clutching of roses with, a lifetime ahead. We're settling in, now, and discovering all those things newly married people do: books owned in duplicate, childhood Christmas ornaments, the rhythms of someone so close but not you. I adore every minute. Thank you for the happy wishes. More soon. --Brin xoxo
I've bought my wedding dress. Just like that. I woke up this morning, was piddling on my iPhone, and came across an article that linked up several sites to score beautiful, budget-friendly wedding gowns. And then, there she was:my dress.
There was one left.
It was my size. (Or... the size I should order based on the reviews.) It was 30% off. I've bought my wedding dress!
I went out to the garden, picked basil, and came in and made pesto last night.
It was a hot, tiring week in Houston. I was sent there Sunday for a 4-day conference in a giant glass building with fast elevators. The pace was all wrong- too fast and frantic, then boring and blah. The hotel (didn't I used to enjoy them?) was impersonal and loud. The presentations were slick but slow. The traffic set me on edge. I felt out of place all week, and when I got in the rental car to make the drive home, I nearly cried out with relief.
I got home, went out to the garden, picked basil, and made pesto. Then I smeared it over chicken, potatoes, peppers... whatever, didn't matter... and set the table. Then I lit candles and opened a bottle of wine and opened the door for Josh and filled our plates and everything was okay again.
Pilgrimages around the world are great, but I like them slow with gathered and grown dinners and flickering candles at the end.
Thank you all- so much!- for your beautiful, soul-filling-with-goodness comments about my engagement. This may sound strange, but I've missed you. I have. I've missed you all. Seeing your names and words moved my heart and made me wish I'd never stepped into the shadows and away from blog-light. It made me feel like we were right back where we were in days gone by- planting gardens, working on a house, making things, cooking things. It felt happy. I felt happy. Thank you again. I was telling Josh, the incomprehensibly good guy I'm marrying, about you all the other day. He volunteered to introduce himself to you (which is so telling of the friendly, fantastic fella he is, huh?). I agreed that he should soon. So while he's thinking of what he'd like to say, we'll chat.
Did you notice my fused-together summer squash up there? I planted them one day as Josh was mowing the yard of the house we'll soon share. I thought it so fitting that the first squash we picked was a grown-together, distinct-but-joined one. It's as if the wonder and closeness we've been given has seeped into the very ground of our lives. So beautiful, isn't it?
What God has joined together and all... ;) But enough about me. What's new with you? How's your garden growing? Talk soon. Love muchly- Brin
If you follow my ever-growing Pinterest boards, you've probably guessed my secret: I am getting married.
I am getting married!
Our story is, as you'd expect, thrilling. Moving. And deeply, deeply beautiful. At least, we think so. Do you know what it is to have found the one God has for you? It is transforming. It is freeing. It leaves you with the profound sense of being utterly loved- not just by the one who's holding your hand, but by the One who's been holding your heart... moving, waiting, loving...
I am getting married!
We are excited to tell our story and share our experience(s). For now, we are planning a fall wedding stuffed with all the lovely people, music, candles and flowers we can pull off. Since I will have six months to plan this wedding, it's going to require every bit of creativity and DIY projects I can manage. Yipes!
For those who've asked, the cabin project is on hold for a year or two- until we can tackle it together- and we've decided to relocate it to a former national wilderness property where we own five acres. He wants to get a goat or two. I want more chickens. We both want to start a family. But for now, we're dreaming of a wedding day, making a home for two, and starting our Great Story.
I love that: the idea of home as a safe place where I am not questioned. Today I'm longing for such a place! (There's a huge back story that I'll skip here. You're glad for that, trust me.)
So. News! The bathroom in my little place is framed and ready for electrical, plumbing, walls and floors. And fixtures. Lighting. Tile, perhaps. Then mirrors, rugs, and decorations. In other words, I've barely begun. But it's so much fun working on this little place!
I am more excited about the cabin than ever. Seeing walls going up is thrilling! Everyone who's come over has looked at me with crazy eyes and asked, slowly and with feeling, whether I intended to put the bathroom in the middle of the cabin? I mean, did I realize that it's facing folks as they walk in the front door? That it slices the cabin into two separate living areas? That no one makes design decisions like this? Yes. Why, yes, I did. Come on in.
This weekend the electrical goes to the cabin and in the cabin. I'll be moving in right away. (Having lived in Freeman House for three months without power or water, this will be a cake walk!) It will be a relief to be near everything: my chickens, the garden, the before-now-unattended cabin, and the peace and tranquility that come with being near the woods in the center of exactly nowhere.
Grateful today for my walls, however placed, and all the unquestioning quiet they afford....
in the simplification of a house... -Gustav Stickley
Work on the cabin is underway! Project Number One? Remove one of two lofts- the one over what will be the living room area- to take advantage of those 12-foot ceilings.
And what a difference that made!
With that extra loft cleared away, plans are to build the walls for the bathroom this week. It's taken me awhile to settle on an arrangement for the cabin. Non-negotiable? A full bathroom, a full kitchen (with myI-will-never-part-with-this-awesome-thing! oven), androom for my books.
Some girls are all about the closets. Me? I'm all about the bookshelves. *wink*
I'm still trying to decide exactly where I want my windows- and what style/size. And where in the world am I going to stash a water heater? I'm working with 360 square feet, so options are limited. So many decisions! I wish I could throw open the doors and walk you through and collect the many suggestions and ideas. Part of me is concerned that once I cut holes in the outer wall, decide on room placement, etc.,, some shockingly brilliant and perfect idea will come along and then what will I do?
Wonderful, happy worries!
Your New Year is off to a pleasant start, right? Hope so. -Brin
If you've been around for awhile, you may remember last year when I fell hard for homemade cheese. Hard. Remember this white farmhouse cheddar? Oh my goodness. To die for! That's one reason why I'm excited to say that the kind and talented folks over at the New England Cheesemaking Supply Co.have asked me to be a guest blogger on their site as I chronicle my adventures making cheese at home. We're going to be conjuring up some fantastic mozzarella, and I'd love if you'd join me! Stay tuned as details are soon to follow. Oh what fun, huh? -Brin