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The Great Adventure: Awaiting the Harvest

A photo of Drew OdomOne year ago I looked into her eyes, I squeezed her hands just a bit and I said with all authority and conviction, “I do.” She returned the affirmation and we began what I now refer to as “the great adventure.”

Before getting married and moving back to rural, middle Georgia, I lived in Brooklyn, NY. The life was fast paced and there was always so much going on. I prided myself on giving meaning to Ol’ Blue Eyes’ lyrics. With a firm handshake and a toothy grin I had said on multiple occasions to people, “if you can make it there, you can make it anywhere,” and by all accounts I had made it. I had a beautiful apartment that had recently been renovated. I was just a block from the train. I had a group of supportive, fun friends. I had a job I was happy with. I was never lacking for artistic inspiration.

But at night, I went to bed alone. My other two bedrooms echoed in their emptiness and leaving the lights did nothing to relieve my solitude. The TV offered little distraction as it became boring and I felt no more connected to the cast of Law and Order than I did the man in the moon.

Several big decisions later though I was standing across from her promising to have and to hold until death do us part. And even those words could not adequately convey to her how much I welcomed this new part of life.

Drew and his wife on their great adventure

Within days we were at home on Odom’s Idle Acres figuring out how we could make it not quite so idle and how we could breathe life back into our otherwise normal existence. Our faith was strong and our determination was bursting from our beings. There was clearly room for a large garden. We could easily see ourselves with chickens. We simply knew that the life we had now formed together was going to be one that incorporated our dreams, our desires, our hopes, our learned lessons and our love for the world around us.

In short order we had planted several gardens. We had built a coop and purchased laying hens. We had reexamined our dependence on the grocery store and processed foods. We had redone our budget to live more modestly without sacrificing the fun in life. And through it all our connection to each other continued to grow.

And now one year later we still walk our land, dreaming, plotting, imagining. We look forward to being blessed with a family of our own and the opportunity to see them grow as we did; independently but with the support of our friends and family. The acres aren’t so idle anymore and we can see how God has blessed us and continues to bless us.

And now – one year later – I sit here at my keyboard thinking back to the nights that ended with smiles and even the ones that ended without such pleasure and I realize that this great adventure has all led up to this; this one moment. The moment when I can see that life is what you put into it. You plant a seed, you get a crop. In this last year our seeds have turned to crops, and now, holding each other’s hands, we wait for our harvest.

anotherkindofdrew
3/3/2010 7:04:59 PM

Nebraska Dave, you have left me speechless. Thank you for sharing your personal story and for the encouragement. THIS is why I love GRIT and the community.


nebraska dave
3/3/2010 6:59:51 PM

Drew, the ladies are correct. You are the man every lady hopes to find. Never let anyone or anything steal that passion and sensitivity away from you. The love of my life passed eight years ago, but love for the years we had together still lives on in my heart. Many have wondered why I don’t move on and marry again. It’s difficult for me to explain but I have no desire to marry another, she was my one and only love. In my own way I have moved on, and in singleness many different kinds of options are open to pursue. I have done things in the last seven years that I never dreamed I would be doing. Many of these things she told me I would do some day but never lived to see it come to pass. If she could see me now, she would be laughing saying, “I told you so” with those oh so expressive big brown eyes that could look right down into my soul. Drew, I so hope and pray that your marriage remains solid and that love only continues to increase through both your lives. It sounds weird but love does increase as time passes. I envy you my friend. Enjoy the journey.


anotherkindofdrew
2/23/2010 6:09:20 PM

@Mountain Woman - Thank you for your compliment. I am glad I could make your day. While Pan and I are not "that couple" (you know the kind that totally gross you out in public places and use nicknames for each other that make even the waitress blush) we are very much in love and feel like part of our success in life will be reminding each other how much we love each other and working to maintain the spark that originally brought us together!


mountain woman
2/23/2010 4:40:27 PM

That was just the most beautiful tribute to your wife and the life you have together and the love you share. Just wonderful! It always does my heart good to see people who love and cherish each other and then actually say it to each other. You made my day with your beautiful writing. Mountain Woman Grit Blog: Red Pine Mountain


anotherkindofdrew
2/23/2010 2:12:21 PM

Thank you so much Oz! I just try and write what I feel and hope the English language treats me kindly.


oz girl
2/23/2010 2:12:08 PM

Andrew, I'm speechless, so I'll just say I'm in agreement with Cindy. You certainly have a gift for putting words together in the most beautiful way. :-)


anotherkindofdrew
2/23/2010 12:57:08 PM

@Cindy - Thank you for your kind response. I am huge on the sentiment and tend to save anything that might somehow later in life remind us of our adventure together. You can count on this one being kept!


cindy murphy
2/23/2010 12:49:17 PM

Beautiful, Andrew - an absolutely beautiful tribute to your wife, and the life you both have together. (Psst, skip the flowers - instead save a copy of your post, and give it to her on your ten year wedding anniversary. Wives love this kind of stuff.)