Faith, Hope and...Expectation.

I’ve been in Vermont for two years.

TWO YEARS.

How did that happen?

We could go the post-mortem route of how I got here in the first place, but why beat a dead horse?

TWO.

YEARS.

That’s enough time to fall in love, get married, get pregnant, have the kid and even put it in daycare.

Clearly, my two years played out a little different.

I’d love to know what else happened in two years. Uncle Google seems to think nothing of significance happened in 730 days, other than offering plenty of plans to guide you through reading the entire Bible in as much time.

You could read through this column’s archives and ascertain a lot has happened in two years.

But the only concrete evidence I have of it – other than 24 well-earned pay stubs, a few awesome friends and permanent bruising on my brain due to an uncanny inability to remain upright – is the two tattoos I acquired.

Faith.

And Hope.

Both are equally significant but not mutually exclusive.

You can’t have one without the other.

But what about expectation?

Can you have faith without it?

Or can you have expectations without faith (however you define it)?

And where does hope factor in?

We could put these through the grinder while plowing through a few cases of wine on my porch. I’d really love that. Join me?

Or the Universe could just help a girl out and clue her in to what’s next by throwing a crystal ball at my head.

Just a thought.

At least leaf peeping and then ski season is right around the corner. Welcome back my cozy little friends...