Isis oh Isis you mystical child....

There is a bit more behind her name than most people realize. It's a Bob Dylan song. There is more to it. Bob Dylan is by far Chris' favorite singer. But there is still more to it. It was a Bob Dylan cd that first sparked an interest between Chris and I.

Upon graduating from college I had intentions of moving to San Francisco. I had already sent off my resumes. I had already shipped a bag of my belongings out there. The last thing to do was sell Darnell. Darnell was my jeep and well, he truly deserves a blog post of his own. So I continued doing all those things you do before you move and was just kind of biding my time until everything fell into place.

One of the things I was doing was hanging out with all my friends as much as possible. The wonderful thing about this move was that there were no attachments I was leaving behind. I was single and moving west. I felt very wonderful about telling people this.

Until I decided that I should go hang out with Chris a few more times. We had already spent a lot of time together. He was one of my brother's best friends. We had a lot of mutual friends and were often at the same places. I knew how much he loved Bob Dylan. I have very vivid memories of Kurt's fireside jams, hearing Chris singing Tangled Up in Blue. He was a hot hippie who had great taste in music.

But I never really realized my attraction toward him until I decided to leave. So instead of telling him, I decided to buy myself a Bob Dylan cd that I could tote to San Fran with me and think of Chris when I heard it. This would be very simple and it would still leave me unattached. So I bought it and listened to it a lot and found myself driving to his house to hang out with him, not our friends.

Still determined that I was getting out of the 'burg, some friends threw me a going away bash. I decided that this would be a nice opportunity to let Chris know that I thought he was swell and that I would think of him in California. Except that it got very complicated when he told me he had very similar feelings. Then things got interesting.

Long story short I moved home with my parents in hopes of selling Darnell up north. I needed the cash to make the move. Meanwhile, Chris and I began making trips back and forth between PA and VA. Darnell never sold. I moved back to VA. Yada Yada Yada. I married Chris.

There is something amazing to this story that I still cannot fathom. Kind of a story of destiny, pardon the cliche. Sometimes I know for a fact that God drops little things into your life that He wants you to find meaning in. Like a Bob Dylan cd.

It's so strange how I never had any intentions of pursuing him yet quickly realized how much I would miss him if I went. God was in this. And so... upon hearing that we were pregnant, when Chris suggested the name Isis, it was very simple for me. It was a beautiful name, but was relfective of our story. It had all come full circle.

I don't ever really wonder what would have happened if I had gone. But I can tell you what happened since I stayed. Our song involves a life on a farm. It hums the tune of a very simple life. It's lyrics tell stories of an amazing daughter who blows her daddy's mind. The beat is slow. The rhythm consistent. And every once in a while I hear a little harmonica.