What is the point of a blog that is never updated I ask you. The nerve of some blog authors, leaving there sites dormant while adoring fans yearn for even a few words to sooth their literary needs. And what of adventure, does it not beg to be written about with red and gold accessories about it. Arrival in Amsterdam, that as good as anything is a place to begin. Six months in the United States behind me, ring on my finger, heaviness of step as I cross the airport and realize the weight of once again choosing insecure nomadic life, certain someone left behind if even just for a few days. What there first reminded me of return to my new life? Was it the cowboy hats before me in the customs line, worn stupidly and attempting to reflect volumes regarding the mind mass of the two individuals. Perhaps a 100 languages echoing out from every corner of the airport, reminding me that there is no one reliable method of communication, a one size and region fit that won't leave heads being scratched. No it was something in the boarding process, last takeoff to return to the nation that my grandma's family hailed from. A smiling blond man and accompanying smiling blond woman's cheerful faces greeting my arrival. In between monstrous bouts of their own language (sounds with striking resemblance to having large quantities of flem affixed to one's throat and of desiring to say a four letter word conveniantly rhyming with knit) the two blonde sterotypes of Hollandic goodness made time to say in unison, "Hello and good morning," not only using effective head gestures but an excellently generic United States accent. I can't tell you why but I can say that this was when the reminders fired. Western European mutilation of self in effort to make the tourist feel as though still safe in their own place with teddy and roast chestnuts. But oh the continued nerve of certain authors, to delay talk of what is most mentionable.

Why the ring on our hero's finger? Who the certain someone left behind? Can it be true that this chap who has been known to shave himself in Slovakian camp parking lots and associate with Pierre Cardin trouser wearing mechanics has found a wife? That the dream of family and of a slew of little munchkins racing about joyously has actually begun. Six months earlier he had arrived in Phoenix with little hope to grasp onto regarding the reason for the visit, feeling foolish for having believed that something might come of a friendship begun but frustratingly acted out. How now does he wear this ring? There is so much for which God is to be thanked for surely so much that happened would not be but for His love and constant leadership. I wish to say much of how this love has developed. Of what occurred between that time landing in Phoenix to today, and most especially before April 18th when we were lawfully joined together. Of how life has changed now in the midst of such intense newness in relationship. I couldn't wait another night to want to write and begin to tell of these things. I have been too long away from my writing board. Tomorrow afternoon, my love is to arrive, and rather than worry that I won't have time to write that rather I shall write more than ever in the knowledge that now I write for us, not only I.