A year in Blueberry Pancakes.

A little over a year ago, I was making blueberry pancakes in Bar Harbor, Maine. We were on vacation right before we were moving to Portland, Oregon. That week I was consumed with the anticipation of the unknown. We were supposed to be relaxing and exploring a new place but I couldn't relax knowing that in a few days we would be leaving the place I had called home all my life and moving to a place where I only knew 2 other people. Who would I be there? How would our marriage succeed without the foundation we were leaving? Would I find music in Portland? Would we find jobs? I tried not to think about all of my swirling questions.

I remembered these feelings this morning while I was making blueberry pancakes in our little kitchen. It's been a year since we packed up our things and our cat and drove 11 hours to our new home. It has been a year of new friends and missing our old ones. A year of learning to drive stick shift and stalling in unfamiliar places. A year of growing in marriage and making adult decisions.

This time last year I was so nervous about the road before us. But as we now embark on our second year in Portland, I feel a new found confidence. We may endure disappointments and discouragements or we may enjoy all the fruit of our labor and see prayers answered. Either way, it will be another year of doing life together. We will wake up each morning and be thankful that we have breath in our lungs, a roof over our heads and vegan pizza on our plates.

Thanks to all of you who have been supporting us this last year. We love you big time.

love.love.love.

E&J