I remember around two years ago boxing up and labeling old journals to appease my type A organizational habits. I was scanning through this very hippy looking journal in particular. It was reminiscent of my adolescence and how I saw the world and all my emotions that were “sooo me” at the time. It is made out of some sort of organic hemp and brightly dyed in blues and greens. I can recall thumbing through some of the pages during this very satisfying task when Derek’s name caught my eye on one of the pages. I was 14 years old and I was talking about my husband, years before he and I became we.
It read: “Derek Tillotson and me hung out a lot. He will be the perfect husband someday. He is a catch” 6.16.2002
I don’t know if you believe in the power of thought and intention. I do. I’ve seen things manifest over and over in my life that I have intentionally put out into the world. My husband has a great raccoon story to tell thanks to my belief in this principle. I’ll save that for a later date, because now I am going to share with you how Five Take Flight came to be. It is due to the fact that I put it out into the world as 14-year-old teenager, just filling the pages of her journal.
I was just a girl. Around age 10. With long lashes, big dark eyes, and a small frame.
He was a boy a few years older than me. With a freckled nose, a bull cut hairdo, and green eyes.
He moved into the neighborhood and a casual friendship started. Our eyes would occasionally meet across the pews at our local church. Followed by infrequent conversation and shoulder shrugs here and there.
Fast forward to our college years when he decided to ask me out, not once but twice. The first time he asked I said no. Great things take work and lucky for me my love is very tenacious. That first no he took as a challenge instead of defeat.
After our first date we fell into the rhythm that would be the rest of our lives. We dated through four seasons and several road trips. Then wed on July 19th with a carnival themed wedding- 70 ft Ferris wheel and all.
Three years later we started our family. Porter gave us our first magical introduction into parenthood. Two and a half years later Beckett brought belly aching laughter into our home. Three years more and Wren flew into our hearts.
With our nest complete and the feat of parenthood now in full swing. We are given the call of stability, togetherness, and love. We have teamed up and said yes to any situation that has come our way. We have been in some doozies. Our relationship is just as fragile as anyone’s. However, I’ve discovered if you lose yourself in a worthy cause you’ll find yourself in the process. Derek and my children is my worthy cause. Selflessness by both partners is what it takes; selfishness is what leads to failure. As you grow close with someone you come to know very specific things about him or her. With that knowledge you learn what hurts them the most and how to make them the happiest. I know that I have hurt Derek more than anyone ever could but I also know that I have made him the happiest that he has ever been. We bear grave responsibility for the purity of our motives when someone has offered their heart to us. Anyone who stands on that amount of trust stands on holy ground. How you choose to protect that heart should be with a vengeance.