Today is the Feast of Saint Nicholas, a day we like to observe as part of our Christmas celebration. Yesterday, the Eve of Saint Nicholas, is a family anniversary we refer to as First View, the day we first visited the homestead. We find it a bit hard to believe that we made that first visit seven years ago today. (Actually, we didn’t. We figured out in 2012 that we actually first saw the homestead December 4, 2004.)
Reflecting yesterday on the changes we’ve made from that first visit to the seventh anniversary, I feel we have a lot to be proud of. The place looks more homey now than it did that first day. Thank goodness we could see its potential!
I also considered how lucky we are that the day we visited was so different from the same day seven years later. The official label for it was a 40 knot gale with 55 knot gusts, but it felt far more severe to us, with strange crashings around the cabin and huge, spume-tossed waves smashing into the beach. It would have been thrilling to be introduced to the place under such conditions—if we and the Realtor had struggled across the bay in the teeth of such a storm—but I wonder if our imaginations would have been captured in quite the same way?