Cue The Waterworks
It seems like it just takes one well placed wedge to break through the armor of stress and industry that insulates one during a major move like the one we're in the midst of. Thursday was my last day at McLean/The Telegraph (so many great people said such wonderful things!) and we've been getting together with friends, saying good-byes and gearing up for the closing on the Vermont house, etc. Today we went to our last Mass as parishioners at St. John's and after stopped to say good-bye to Father Steve. Beyond being one of the warmest and funniest people you could ever meet, Father Steve simply shines with love for God and for the people he's pastoring. And so when he decided to send us off with a blessing, his generous, extemporaneous words left me struggling to hold back tears. For me, his words brought all of our family's future and past together for us in a moment and I was struck to the core with immensity of a life on Earth and its deep connection to so many other lives. For some reason I thought it was just me brushing covertly at my eyes, but as we walked away I saw Kristen's eyes were bright and wet too. I think it will be a while before I even understand how grateful I am for that blessing -- and how much it did to help me begin to unravel -- and reconcile with the base logistic aspects of the move -- the complex web of excitement, curiosity, enthusiasm, joy, sadness, nostalgia, fear, and most of all hope that accompanies a transition like this one.