The Ingham Family didn’t put up a Christmas tree until
December 22nd this season. We
waited so long that when we drove up to the second closest Christmas tree lot
to our house (the closest being already closed up), we found it was completely
devoid of people, staff included. There
stood maybe two dozen trees, and the warming shed had a sign on it that read,
“ANY TREE $25, LEAVE MONEY IN SLOT.”
It was a
bumpy beginning to an evening that we all anticipated with excitement. But when we finally got it home, in the tree
stand, and had strung the lights and hung the ornaments, we huddled on the
couch and let the glow of the tree be our only light. As we stared, Ellen said, “I love my family.”
This sort
of statement from a 5-year-old, for whom the magic of Christmas still thrives
without any effort at all, (unlike we adults who must be very intentional about
keeping it from being diluted by stifling lists of Christmas to-dos and
Christmas expenses) would bring any mother to tears. But at Christmas 2012, Ellen’s words had a
very particular gravitas.
At the end
of the season, as the calendar year becomes gray and wrinkled and long in the
tooth, the custom is to look back on the happiness, the sadness, the changes,
the constants, and to ponder how we arrived at this time, and who we are at
this moment. Just as we don’t notice the
distance we have swum until we pass a buoy and think to look back to the one
prior, we don’t notice the passing of a year’s time until we bring to mind who
we were and how far we’ve come since the last time we toasted auld lang
syne. We “traveled” far this year –
farther than ever before. The Ingham
family of January 2012 seems so far in the distance that we, the Ingham family
of January 2013, can barely see it.
In
November, Dave and I made the decision to end our marriage.
Although we
believe with conviction that this decision is the right one for us as we move
forward, we don’t believe that our decisions of the past were misguided or
wrong. So, out of deep and sincere respect
and gratitude for the life we had as a couple, we look back upon not only the
past year, but the past fifteen
years. Since we began – at high school
graduation in 1997 – we have experienced college graduations, graduate school
and medical school graduations, engagement, a wedding day, the purchase of a
new home, the beginning (and welcome end) of a residency, acceptance of new
jobs, weddings of siblings, funerals of grandparents, and the births of our own
two daughters.
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The beginning - 1997 |
If we must
condense the passage of time into one sentence, the easiest way to do it is to highlight
these Big Days. Without a doubt, they
are important – buoys in the Ocean of Time.
But an ocean is made of the water in-between the buoys. And a life is made with the days in-between
the Big Days – days of “do we have a
dinner plan?” and “I’ll be home in fifteen minutes”; days of “have you seen my
keys?” and “watch it, that milk’s been in there awhile”; days of “did you grab
the mail?” and “thanks for folding the laundry.” The 5,000+ Everydays which Dave and I shared
are the ones that really defined us, and from them have sprouted the elements
of our relationship that will never be dissolved, regardless of the dissolution
of our marriage. As we enter this new
phase of our relationship and our lives, Dave and I will continue to be held together
by these important elements – our care and love for one another, our respect
for one another, and the memories we made during some of the most formative
years of our lives.
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Ellen, age 5 |
And of course, we will be held
together, forever and ever, by our beautiful, beloved daughters.
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Cecilia, age 2.5 |
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September 1997 |
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Thanksgiving 1997 |
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1998 |
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St. John's graduation 2001 |
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St. Olaf graduation 2001 |
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Medical school graduation, 2006, with my brother and sister |
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October 14, 2006 |
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First day of residency |
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December 2007, 2 weeks before Ellen arrived |
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October 2008 |
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May 25, 2010, very shortly before Cecilia's arrival |
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Bringing her home |
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All of us |
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Last shot at Division Street house, July 2012 |
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