It's been a while since my last installment of this series. I think June. I felt like it was a decent time to take a break between blogging sessions to resume this story. Last time I left off with the news that my family was relocating to the other side of the country. We were going to road trip it, as we had with most of our moves. This one--from Arizona to West Virginia--was going to be a long one. I don't remember how long exactly...I think like 7 years. Or maybe days. Yeah, it was like a 7 day road trip. Things take extra long when you haul 7 angry kids ages 5 to 16...so maybe that's why it felt like 7 years.
My parents always made sure we stopped at some interesting places during our road trips. On this particular one, I remember stopped to see the Painted Desert in Arizona. It was pretty cool, full of stripes of different colors. Now that I'm a photographer, I wish I could go back and take pictures. I wish I could go back to take pictures of a lot of things I've seen. I wish I had a picture of Richie and I on that day that my family packed into the van to start our life out in the East. Not for any dramatic reason really, just for the memories and to smile at how young we looked. And maybe to laugh at how dramatic we were.
Richie, always the romantic, wrote me a letter for every day that I was on the road heading to West Virginia. They were sweet and gave me something to look forward to every day. Some of the letters were filled with poems that he'd written and some were filled with his hopes and dreams. They all held words of encouragement and reassurances of his love. I actually still have the letters hidden in a box in my closet. I take them out every now and then to smile and reminisce about those simpler times. Yes. Simpler.
Those love letters, and the ones I occasionally got in my new mailbox and in my email helped keep my devotion and love strong for Richie during our separation. I had something to look forward to, I had hope that I would see him again. And I did, but I think I'll tell you about that visit in the next installment.
Writing letters to a person is actually something I have never done, especially not letters to a girl. Although they may not be readable, I do enjoy writing letters to you. I will send you some pictures as often as I can. I don't know what of yet, it could be random things for all I know. Anyway, I hope you are enjoying your trip. I also hope you are not too bored. I hope maybe these letters have helped make you not so bored. Cynthia, don't forget that I am in Arizona thinking about you...
I love you. To truly know what that means and or entitles please go to 1 Corinthians 13:4-11.