I've been getting a lot of questions lately so I figure it's about time I do some explaining.

It all started a little over a year ago, I guess.  I met this guy at a film festival one night when I was not feeling particularly great about myself or the idea of being hit on, but he was so freaking nice it was hard to keep up my no-boys-allowed walls.  So I didn't mind so much when he started showing up at Gin Bucket Thursdays.  Very soon it felt like we were the only two people there because when we talked hours passed like minutes and it was hard to notice anything outside our little space bubble.  So when he finally asked me out in the middle of a conversation about something completely unrelated, I was ready to say yes in an embarrassingly giddy fashion and only found his impulsiveness endearing.  

Cinco De Mayo happened to be the day: our first date.  I went to a wedding the weekend before in Colorado and whenever anyone asked about my life or the "what's next", all I could say was, "well, I have something on Tuesday and Thursday but after that I have no plans for the rest of my life."  Nathan Thum was the Tuesday.  Then that turned into Thursday.  And Friday and Saturday.  Then pretty much every day since, and now for as long as we both shall live.  We got married two Sundays ago and now all I can think is, "of course we are married.  It's us."  It was all very organic.  Even our growing pains just seemed like another part of the process of getting closer and closer.  I have never had another relationship that was so secure, so without fear.  

Now it's the time again when people are asking about the "what's next."  And again I can say there are no plans for the rest of my life.  Our life.  We have an idea, but there is nothing set in stone except for the life partner.  We are set up in Colorado to start our new business-- waste vegetable oil recycling.  We have a couple big trucks and tanks but we put the acquisition of restaurant contracts on hold in order to fast track our wedding and wait and see what will happen with our church house.  That's right, our church house.  The same day-- the same hour-- that we got engaged we entered into a contract for a house that used to be a church in a small town in Colorado where we are pretty sure we would love to live.  That was nearly three months ago and it's not ours yet but we will know on Wednesday if it will be.  It's crazy: all the planning you think you are doing in life always ends up just being a bunch of preparing.  And I can't even tell you how often, for me, it ends up being preparation for something completely different.  

Every day I bow my head with my husband and I listen to him utter the words to God, "your will be done," and I know that there is no planning we can do that will make us know anything for sure.  So at this point I've basically thrown up my hands and contented myself with the reality that I have no idea what's next.  As for today, we're packing.  Something is going to give pretty soon and all we know is that we need to be ready to hit the ground running.