Remember being in love for the first time? The indescribable feelings of all being right with the world? The absolute conviction that THIS IS IT? Do you also remember your heart breaking and wondering how you will get over it? Most of us have had that experience, and somehow, we heal, move on and usually the next love is even better, more complete, more mature, and all the better for the suffering that came before.
Life is strange. I have been reflecting on the growing pains that get us to where we need to be. For instance: Here I am in Montana. Living in some hunter’s cabin in the woods, with a very defiant looking dead deer head that glares at me all day.
The sun is shining outside, and very nearby, someone is shooting a shotgun. Bird season just started, I think, and with the amount of pheasants and turkeys I see wandering around, I suppose it’s not out of the question that one of my neighbors is taking advantage of this nice weather. I would not have pictured this a year ago.
Since we moved, things have been very different for us. We drive the kids into town down our potholed dirt road, onto the main windy road, and into their schools everyday. The kids are doing amazing in their new schools. And then we go get them after school or after practice, and then we come home and hang out together. We are getting a big fat reservoir of family time stored up these days.
Cooper my sometimes adamant and anxiety ridden child, said yesterday, “I love it here, it’s so easy to make friends.” It warms the cockles of my heart that he feels that way. All the kids have made friends, and are getting more and more comfortable in this new environment. My 16 year old, even says, “I didn’t know I’d love it this much.” It’s hard not to love living somewhere that is so spectacular and bursting with natural beauty. So then, you can imagine how it soothes our souls and gives us great peace of mind that we are in the right place.
So, back to my first love reference. Sometimes dating the wrong person, gets us prepared for the right one, or sometimes, we just don’t know how good things can really be if we just get out of the way, and let God take over. I sort of feel like that has been our experience here.
We came up here absolutely determined to purchase a business that we have been working on acquiring for several months. We have had several prayers answered and little miracles that have gotten us to the point where we decided to take the leap of faith and move to Montana. Now that we are here, I am trying to get out of the way, and let God put us where we need to be and give us the next steps. We have had some experiences and challenges with this project that remind me a little of my first love. In the words of country crooner Collin Raye, “that was a river, this is the ocean.” Do you ever hang on to the river and miss out on the ocean? Unexpected detours, are sometime the best. The more we spend time here, the more convinced we are, that whatever happens, it’s going to be great. Maybe better than we could have even imagined.
I won’t say more on that now, but I am prepared for the ocean, whatever it is. Whatever we do, we are going to make it a good one.
In domestic related news, our family enjoyed a good ole fashioned Homecoming Weekend last weekend, complete with town parade, bbq, and home football game. I had to make a quick trip to the french boutique “target”, to pick up some green shirts so we didn’t look like clueless visitors to the town. We immersed ourselves in the festivities, and had a great time.
We are discovering the many amenities that Whitefish has to offer. We joined “The Wave”, a big recreation center, complete with several pools, waterslide, racquetball/squash courts, basketball courts, world class gym, fitness classes, and more. It’s a big hit with my kids, and I have a feeling, we will be there a lot over the next several cold months. We are going to get the kids ski passes and lessons, since we are 8 miles from Whitefish Ski Resort on Big Mountain When in Rome. For a small town, this place is chock full of amazing restaurants, theater, music, and entertainment. And then there is the ultimate entertainer: Mother Nature. At least once a day, I exclaim, “Look at where we live!” to whoever is in the car or outside with me. Did I mention the restaurants? Yum. Seriously good food here, (which makes me so happy). Despite the plethora of restaurant choices, Tim was most excited to see a Taco Treat truck pulled up outside the casino. If you haven’t had the distinct pleasure (rife with sarcasm), of eating Taco Treat, then you won’t understand how very disturbing his level of joy is.
It’s so fun to hop in the car, drive one of the most spectacular drives in the world (Going to the Sun Road), through Glacier Park, and end up at my sister’s or inlaw’s house 3 hours later. I am loving being so close to family. Plus it’s helpful that my brother in law is an orthodontist, since I have some kids with serious “Nanny McPhee” teeth that are going to need some braces pretty soon.
We are enjoying learning all the peculiarities of living here. Just to mention a few: Plaid shirts are pretty much a requirement. As is camo, gun ownership, and intense cell phone etiquette. You will not see someone talking on their phone anywhere in public here. It just does not happen. My kids get automatic Saturday school if they are seen with their phones in school. At all. It’s kind of awesome, and makes you realize how super addicted most of us are to our phones. Tim and I have had to check ourselves, and put away the phones when out at dinner, in the grocery store, or anywhere else for that matter.
Now, I need to go dust some animal heads, do some laundry, and listen to some cheesy 1990’s country. Click here and enjoy THAT WAS A RIVER with me.