Sometimes I feel like the most blessed chick on earth. I get to come “home” to Ohio to spend the holidays with my parents, four brothers, three sis-in-laws, eight nieces, one nephew and a host of so many other family and friends that are too numerous to count. The only person mssing was my fiance who had to work this weekend and couldn’t get away.
Yesterday morning, I ran 12 miles with my friend Karl, who was my inspiration to run a marathon in the first place. You’ll be hearing me talk more about him in future posts, but he is a selfless man who took off a year of his life and ran a marathon a week for an entire year to raise money for the Leukemia Society. Yes, he successfully completed 52 marathons in 52 weeks. While this happened nine years ago, his impact and dedication still flourishes. His book will be released in about a month and I know it will be a “must read.”
Throughout the four days I was here in Columbus, I also drove up to a little town called Carey, Ohio with my Dad and reserved the church where I’ll be married. It was a wonderful day of Father/Daughter bonding that only he and I shared. I had lunch with my friend who lives in Illinois and we spent some time looking around for wedding reception places. I met a cousin for the first time on my Dad’s side of the family and had a wonderful visit with her. I attended Mass not once, not twice, but THREE times this weekend! (It must be a Catholic thing) I had Christmas Eve dinner with my family and a slew of nieces, nephews and cousins. I visited my brother’s house on Christmas morning to visit with him and see the new addition he’s put on his house. I spent hours with relatives making homeade spaghetti and ravioli. I had dinner with seven of my closest high school friends (even though we graduated over 15 years ago!). I visited my high school friend Ginna. She was my theater/acting partner in crime. In high school we dreamed of being famous. Today, she’s a working actress in New York. Needless to say, she’s amazing. I also squeezed in a private swimming lesson with my tri-friend Tracy who took precious time and spent it trying to improve my hopeless stroke.
I’m not sure if it’s the copious amounts of food or my gratitude bursting at the seams, but I’m FULL.
Tomorrow morning, I catch a flight back to Austin and actually get to spend my first night in our new house!!! To me, it marks the beginning of our new home. We’ve been such nomads for the last four months that I can’t wait to walk around for the first time and sleep under the new roof. Believe it or not, I can’t wait to cook in our new kitchen (or at least throw a salad together).
While I’ve had a great time at this home, I can’t wait to get back to Shawn and my new home and start planning our wedding.
(I also can’t wait to get back to eating normally. Iced cookies for breakfast is not a good thing.)