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Several months before the school year was set to start, I opened up a small consultancy and did various marketing and business consulting projects throughout the county. When not working, I hiked and explored and reveled in the surrounding beauty, enrapt with the lush, green marshes and stunning lowlands and in awe of the towering stands of ancient redwoods and dramatic coastal cliffs.
I was in heaven.
One day I drove south to a small farming community filled with beautiful Victorian architecture and many charming shops and restaurants. Ferndale is an idyllic working hamlet known for amazing ice creams, friendly people and well kept period homes. (It also happens to be where the 'real' Nellie Olson somehow ended up after tormenting Laura all those years on the prairie. But I digress!)
After thoroughly enjoying the glorious general store which, at the time, was a fantastic combination of museum and working mercantile, I stepped back out onto the sidewalk, intending to stroll up to the end of the main street just to see what else there was to see.
As I walked, I started to have the most curious sensation of expectancy. It sort of tingled and pulsed and brought the brightest smile to my lips. I walked faster and faster as if I was going somewhere specific and I became undeniably excited. . .almost as if I was SURE something wonderful was on the cusp of happening.
At the end of the street, I stood, heart slightly pounding, laughing at myself. What did I think was going to happen right there on the sidewalk? After a bit of a giggle at my own expense, I started walking back toward the heart of town.
But the feeling never entirely left me.
All the way home and into the next week, I couldn't shake that tingly sensation of expectation. I found myself smiling at nothing at all. . .daydreaming with no real focus. . .and pausing randomly to strain toward whatever was brewing. . .as if my life was about to change. It was an odd feeling, but delicious, too.
And then I met him.
Six thousand miles apart, and never having seen his face or heard his voice, I knew. He was the 'One.' A year and a half later we were married, but not without a nod to the odd sensation that I feel certain was God's way of hinting that my life was about to change. He's fun and cheeky and loving like that.
I won't lie. . .I haven't had that feeling many times since. Only a few precious times in the last twenty years has the tingling returned. But each time, something amazing ended up happening. . .our children arriving via adoption, an unexpected miracle pregnancy appeared, a cross world move took us on grand adventures.
I tell you this story because I have that feeling again. Like that tense, electric hush before a storm, the tingles are back. Deliciously, wonderfully, undeniably back.
So I wait, expectantly, with a hushed whisper of excitement ever on my lips. . .I don't have a clue what the wind's about to blow in. . .but I can't wait to find out!