My trunk is full of groceries as I pull up to the corner and turn on my blinker. Out of the corner of my eye I see a man standing near me, leaning on a cane, wearing a black coat and a hat to ward off the cold wind. He’s selling newspapers for $1. I […]
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(to hear the audio recording of this post, click on the link above) My husband, Brian, asked me to marry him on our 4th date. That’s crazy. We didn’t even know each other. And I said yes, which is even crazier. He had no idea I couldn’t throw a Frisbee straight to save my life,
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Some things are downright embarrassing. Like when you are carrying around a large item at Bed, Bath and Beyond and a clerk offers to get you a cart. It just happens to be the squeakiest cart in the world. Or when you tell a sports fan you remember when your high school marching band performed
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Our two oldest boys, 9 and 10, dive into our comfy, brown chair in the living room and hug a blanket around their knees. Brian opens to the first chapter. “Tonight we’re going to read a chapter together from What’s the Big Deal? Why God Cares About Sex,” Brian explains. Our oldest son squirms and pulls
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With 6 clean sleeping bags and 2 comforters, I push my piled-high cart through the parking lot and pull the handle of the side door of our minivan to start loading. It won’t open. That’s odd. We just spent our lifesavings to get the only-helpful-when-they-work electronic doors fixed. I try the other side. Same thing.
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My husband does a lot around the house. He mows. And he…mows. I know he does a lot of other things, but mowing comes to mind first. And second. One evening, I was up to my elbows in dishwater and inwardly seething over the very long list of Mommy-do’s, and the seemingly much shorter list
When your son’s baseball team wins the regional All-Star Championship tournament, that’s a High. When your same son accidentally tags his little brother in the eye with a baseball bat immediately after the game, that’s a Low. When, a few minutes later, that same son accidentally runs full tilt into a parallel bar on the
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It’s Sunday morning. I open my eyes at 7:45. For a mother of four boys, that’s sleeping in. And it’s fabulously gloriously wonderful. As I get ready for church, my husband, Brian, makes me a delicious veggie omelet – my favorite- and sets it on the bathroom counter for me to enjoy at my leisure.
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