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July 10, 2004 ~ Thanking Destiny
Saturday.
The first day he started working, I called his extension more than once, even though I knew that he was at meetings, just so that I could hear his voice on the message service saying his name, his title, our college on that campus line, the campus network that we now both use.
This Residency has been so very much easier, just because, on the weekdays, I've known he's only a short walk away. On my dinner breaks we hike together, or eat dinner together, or just sit together and talk. How much it helps, to see him two hours a day! In the past, during this busy time, I only see him sleeping, or nearly so.
Last night we went to a cheap vegetarian café in Black Mountain, where we teased one another over my smoothie and his beer, then walked out under Suicide Ridge and watched the thunderstorm blow in, remembering our wedding day, a different thunderstorm, a walk through rain. We sat less than one hundred feet from the building in which we were married.
It happened slowly, this sinking of our roots into this college's soil. But now, now it would hurt terribly to pull them back out. So many of them, getting deeper all the time. Tied to this place, this community, and it feels so good that we now are both employed here, both giving something back.
When running errands out on campus, sometimes I detour so that I can walk in front of his building and look into that huge picture window at his office, see him sitting there.
While dropping something off at the student center, I glanced out the window and saw him walking by. Oh, I grinned like a fool. Attraction and love and pride.
Last Friday, when he left for the three day weekend, he turned to me and asked, "It's a good sign, isn't it, that I want very badly not to leave? That I don't want to wait three days before I come back to work?"
This Friday, he stayed late to put together his new office furniture while I was busy setting up for and attending the evening's reading. When I came by his office around eleven that night, to pick him up and go home, kept saying, "Oh, but wait just a moment, I want to finish arranging the items on my desk before I leave." "Oh, but let me straighten the student work station first." "Oh, and I need to take things to the trash..." I helped him finish.
An hour later, and me, dead tired, "Please, we need to go home. I need to sleep. You'll be back on Monday. It looks very nice. Can we please go home." I was very close to snapping.
He smiled, "Oh, but Girly. Look at it. It's my office, a real office, with furniture! And my books! And a sleek black phone and... and... Well, it's my dreams, solid before me."
My irritation melted and I smiled and pulled him close. "Our dreams, yes. I'm so glad, Morgan, so proud of you."
The feeling of absolute confidence, of destiny falling into place when we first heard of the position opening.
The twelve four-leaf clovers I found within an hour when he first applied for the job.
All of the meaningless events and jobs and trials from the two years before that suddenly made sense, for they had prepared him perfectly for this job.
The sound of Grouse's voice on the phone when he said, "You're right, you shouldn't get your hopes up too high... oh, but I can't help thinking that this is just too perfect to be chance..."
The afternoon on Jones Mountain, I was just standing up after picking the largest four-leaf clover I'd ever found, when Morgan called me and said, "They've called me to come in for yet another impromptu interview! Wish me luck!" Oh Love, you should see the size of this luck!
Morgan asking me to use some special, fancy paperclips that I'd been saving for sentimental value to clip the copies of his resume, and I said seriously, "If you use these, you absolutely have to get the job, okay? Because that is the only thing that will make giving these clips away worth it." And he answered, earnestly, "Oh, I will, I promise." He would never break a promise to me.
And, now, here we are. And ever thankful. Superstitious? Me? Only when it comes to Morgan, and our love, and our life together. And, with the way things keep falling in place, can I really be anything but?
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