2019: The Year, if it is anything like 2019: Day One, has the potential to blow expectations out of the water.
The night before, celebrating New Year’s Eve with colleagues I am also blessed to call friends, the hosts dropped a cascade of balloons onto a bevy of squealing, twirling children at midnight-is-really-8 o’clock, so I was home in bed by 9:30. Perfect for an introvert like me, easily fatigued by conversation and social situations.
Waking up to snow always makes me happy, like memories of school closings scrolling across the bottom of a TV screen, hours of expectant potential right outside the front door. I was already imagining the sugar-dusted boughs overhead on the hike that was only a short drive away.
No way this day could be sealed with anything more prophetic. Capturing it while driving on the backroads of New Hampshire was a bonus.
It seemed fit to tackle timid 4,003′ Tecumseh as my first hike of the year, my first winter 4,000 footer, and the maiden voyage of the snowshoes I gave myself for Christmas.
Tecumseh, although least-by-height in the clan of the 48 New Hampshire 4,000 footers, is steep enough to call a work-out and a worthy proving ground for figuring out how to walk with clown shoes attached to my legs.
The Princess and her hubby were gracious as I tripped and apologized up the trickier parts and even agreed to a summit selfie.
The predicted 50-70 mph winds picked up as we headed down, but most of Tecumseh is protected by a wooded barrier of hearty pines, so aside from a brief moment at the top, none of us minded the cold.
I didn’t even mind, back at the car, discovering the shredded hems of my rain pants, evidence of an embryonic spacial awareness between where shins ended and sharp claws of snowshoes began. Oh well – I needed a new pair anyway.
An exit on the ride home took me by the boy’s bench, so I stopped by to say hello.
Anna had left a wreath, and once again my heart swelled with thanks for the friends my son made while he was still here with us.
Do you know how much they loved you, silly boy?
Not much snow on the driveway and stairs when we arrived home, tired. Nothing that a quick shovel and a nap couldn’t fix.
Later, under winking lights, I eat dinner cooked not-by-me and watch some football with the fam.
2019, I have high hopes for you.
Given the carnage of past years, the lightness I feel on Day One seems miraculous.
Perhaps this will be the year that God does exceedingly abundantly more than I can ask or imagine (Ephesians 3:20).
Actually, it seems as if He already has.