I pulled down my 2010 calendar today. I know it’s pathetic–I’m always behind on hanging my new year’s calendar. For unknown reasons (I guess I really wanted to torture myself), I flipped through last year’s months and stopped to focus on February and March. I had filled in so many squares. Aside from chiropractor and hair appointments, I had penciled in birthday parties and dinner parties and “lunch with friends at the Albuquerque hotel” and the date my dear friend would travel by train into the Abq train station–all the way from San Francisco! And when he arrived he had a beard (from being on the train so long)! I had marked dates when I sent off queries, penciled in when and to whom I had sent my manuscript. One particular square haunts me a little because I remember the day so well. It was Valentine’s Day last year when my husband and I hid from the children in our bedroom, and he prayed over and blessed one particular query before I hit send. I had such high hopes for this one, such high hopes . . .
This year’s calendar is blank. It’s covered in blank squares with meaningless numbers. But they aren’t meaningless–not really. I have plans, even if they aren’t as exciting as lunch at hotels and picking up friends from the train station. And I might get around to sending off a few more queries and, thus, fill my life with a little more hope. Until then, I have another Valentine’s Day to spend with the people I love–my husband, my children, my parents–all right, even my cat.
Blessings to all of you out there who read my blog. Love to you and yours. Have a great weekend.
p.s. Yes, the picture is of my husband and me, not my grandparents. We’d dressed up in 1940s clothing we bought or borrowed from a vintage clothing shop. My friend Sallie McAnn Vandagrift took the photos in Ashland’s Lithia Park. My husband superimposed this one on a yellow rose because I like yellow roses. And I guess that’s all there is to say!