Jari and I have always believed that our lives are led by the hand of God. Our path is of His choosing. Yes, the title of this blog is Living the Alaska Dream. Not because life is always dreamy, but because it was a dream to experience this most magnificent place. We have seen much. We have met incredible people and made true friends. We have so much more yet to see and to do here, yet it would take a lifetime and we would still not have accomplished it all.
Our reasons for coming here probably still exist. I love this quiet way of living. I love the puttering in the greenhouse and coaxing things to grow. I love watching my husband play with a chain saw all day long ... although the trees seem to disappear while he's playing. I love listening to the train in the quiet of the morning. I love watching a squirrel run up and down trees looking for snacks. I love waiting for the moose to come visit in the spring and am thrilled when she brings her babies with her. I love the fact that I don't need sunglasses in the summertime because the sun is too high in the sky. I love watching the snow line on Pioneer Peak and judging the seasons by when the sunlight streams on the parking lot at work or through my dining room window. I love the people of Alaska. The stories I have heard of the things they have experienced will forever live in my heart. The kindness of everyone. I could go on to fill many blogs with the things I love about Alaska.
Along with the delicious experience of living here, we've certainly experienced our share of heart break and tough stuff in the time we have been here. We've climbed personal mountains. Many times we have celebrated small, even miniscule, victories after stumbling off emotional cliffs. Along the way we have come to appreciate even more so what it was we left behind when we moved. So we have prayed. Prayed that our loving God, who knows our every weakness and our every need, would lead us in the way that would be best for both our children and for their parents.