The snow has been melting pretty rapidly in the last week. What is crazy is that it sounded like continuous rain even though the sun was out. In fact, it sounded so much like rain that when I went outside and it was ACTUALLY raining, I got all disoriented. Good times.
Since the cat has officially been let out of the bag (or in other words, my brother finally spilled to my dad and Debbie), I can now formally announce that Max and his girlfriend (sort of), Sarah, are pregnant. The boy moves at lightening speed. In the 6 weeks I've been in Alaska, he managed to call it quits with Vanessa, meet and start dating Sarah, and get her pregnant on accident. After much discussion, they decided to try and keep the baby. I admit I'm a little.. disappointed. It is always hard to see someone else stumble into something that you've actually tried to do the right way and not been able to succeed. I know, I know.. God's timing and all that jazz. I'm also bumming that I won't be around to really get to know Sarah and eventually the baby. It makes the move that much harder on me.. and of course, Max knows EXACTLY what to say to make me feel horribly guilty for leaving. Like I have a choice. Max actually told me about the baby before telling my dad, which made my life even worse for a short while. I knew my parents would kill me when they found out I knew but had not told them. I WANTED to tell them. All of us kids are SUPER close to our parents and step-parents. We pretty much tell them everything, and they are some of the first people we go to when we need help or advice or encouragement (we're very blessed in that department). My mom knew, which made it a little easier, but not being able to call and talk it over with my dad was awful. To his credit, he knew something was up because I kept calling him and ALMOST spilling the beans. I'm the worst liar by omission ever. And it's amazing to me that I'm 24 and married and can still feel guilty for keeping something from my parents. Ha ha.
In other news, my good friends Matt and Ryan were apparently in a gnarly car accident on Sunday. They're lucky nobody was hurt.. although I almost killed both of them upon hearing of the accident through Facebook and not from a phone call from one of them. In hindsight, I should have known they were fine since it was on Matt's Facebook and I doubt he would be updating his status from the grave.. unless perhaps even God has joined the Facebook network and Matt was updating from Heaven. At any rate, when I read that both he AND Ryan had been in the car, I nearly killed myself trying to get to my phone. Dan was on the couch talking to his mom on the other cell phone, and I'm pretty sure his thought process was something along the lines of "There goes my crazy wife again" as I ran into his big Army trunk hard enough to my bruise my shin and barely notice. It's funny how everything in you pretty much shuts down except this blinding need to make sure the people you love who might be in danger are in fact alive and kicking. Matt actually answered the phone sounding rather cheerful.. CHEERFUL! Ugh. And of course, getting accident details from him was ridiculous because he's a guy and sucks at relaying detailed accounts. The details he DID share were details I could have lived without such as how hard the impact was.. not the best image to have in my head. It makes me wince to think about it. I think what made my panic even more intense was the fact that multiple people in my extended family have died in the last week, so I already had death on the brain. All I could think was: "No, no, NO! Surely God would not be that cruel.. to take both of them at the same time." I'm not entirely sure I would recover from that sort of blow. Next to the men in my immediate family, Matt and Ryan the two men my life wouldn't be complete without. BUT, everyone was ok, aside from the car which was totalled (and that sucks on a whole other level for Ryan because the poor guy just had his engine rebuilt).
I come home in less than a week! I'm not really looking forward to the red eye flight, but only so many flights are available after all the volcano nonsense in Anchorage. Did I mention that volcanic ash travels so far that even though we're like 8 hours away from it, we're still get the dust? It drives me INSANE. Not only do my allergies hate me, but I can't keep anything wiped down! It's a never ending process. It doesn't help that all of the furniture we're currently using is black. Since the dust is white, you see what an issue this is. Pbbbt.
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