It's January 26th and I am overdue for an update.
The big news is I've been pregnant since August. After the miscarriage last year I was really reluctant to post anything because I didn't want to go through the whole thing where everyone is sorry for you or they avoid you because they don't know what to say.
But things are going good and the baby is due at the end of April.
This last year Steve had us thinking about moving to Texas and I am happy that it didn't happen. I love Wyoming and while Texas is really nice and the people are awesome it isn't my home.
I love old music and one of the songs I came to know over the last few years was written by John Denver and his words mean something to me when he writes about Colorado:
He was born in the summer of his 27th year, coming home to a place he'd never been before
He left yesterday behind him, you might say he was born again
He left yesterday behind him, you might say he was born again
That's how I feel about Wyoming. It felt like coming home when I first saw our little valley and then saw our wonderful home. This is where our family really started. I never get tired of the blue skies, the silence, the open spaces, the friendly waves from people you've never met before, and the freedom. I can't even begin to write about how amazing it can be to go through your day and not worry about what someone else doesn't want you to do. There are very few things you can do in Wyoming that anyone thinks you need to get permission to do.
I became a new person in Wyoming and part of it was that Wyoming let me leave behind the Megan who grew up in California. This is my home and I hope to live out my years here.
Christie's children are doing well. Her oldest child is now fourteen and Eric is becoming a man. He has his mother and father's confidence and when he sets his mind to something he accomplishes his goal no matter how hard it is. I've never seen him give up on anything and he never practices until he gets something right he practices until he doesn't get it wrong. I miss Christie but she definitely lives on in her son.
It's sometimes strange to be the parent of young people who are starting to show signs of being men and women. It doesn't seem so long ago that I was in their place. It is also both heartwarming and scary to have my daughters helping me in the kitchen because I look at them and these days I am starting to see my grandchildren coming along in not so many years.
I figure I could be a grandmother well before I turn forty.
I guess what is on my mind as I write this is what I think of as the Second Part of My Life. I'm not really the young wife and mother anymore. I mean I know thirty-one is not 'old' but I am definitely an adult and it has been an adjustment to think about being an adult.
This last year saw our church/congregation cut ties with our old denomination. That was partly because the old denomination went crazy liberal and they don't really believe in God anymore. They're more about politics than anything else.
A lot of the families we've known from around here have moved away mostly to Texas. Since Biden came along the oil industry mostly died and so did the jobs and that was the biggest reason people left. On the upside of all of this the families that remain around here have become closer. Church services have gone back to how they used to be with a family hosting the service every Sunday. It's much more intimate than the very organized way it had been with our last Pastor.
There's another post I've been writing on for a while and I hope to have it done sometime soon. Writing isn't always in my heart lately and I'm not so interested in spending so much time away from my family.
I will do my best to write another update before too long. At least I should get the other post up sometime soon!
Happy 2022 everyone!
