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Who’s Counting?
I don’t talk much about Luke in this blog. I’m not sure why… maybe because he doesn’t bring me as much emotional angst as Hannah and I don’t feel I need to vent as much about him. Or maybe because he...
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Eight Days
Most kids count down the days to Christmas from December 26 until December 25 of the next year. It’s a day of pure joy. Pure excitement. Anticipation. Smiles and pajamas and giggles and family and...
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A minute
It only takes a minute. To get something off your chest. Shed a tear and feel healed. It only takes a minute to grab someone’s hand Give them a hug Tell them they mean the world. In a minute you can...
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Six Years
She lay with her legs wrapped around my waist. Her belly pressed against mine. Head resting on my chest. Arms dangling around my neck. I wiped tired tears from her eyes. We sat on the floor in my...
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Silly Steps
It’s so odd. Where we as adults are struck by a-ha moments. I could be driving and see an old couple walking hand in hand, nudging each other flirtatiously and that image will sit with me for days as...
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Is there a Perfect Shoe?
You know that feeling when you haven’t spoken to a friend in so long, you just can’t find the right time to pick up the phone to make “that” phone call? You can’t call when you only have 5 minutes...
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All I Know
All I really know how to do is love them. No, let me change that. All I really know how to do WELL is love them. Shower them. Engulf them. Swarm them. With love. I know I give in. Give up. I wrap...
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Small Change
It’s everywhere. Scattered about. Left as if meaningless. Like garbage. Sometimes I try to pick it all up and other times, I see it and step over it thinking, “Eh, what’s the use”. Loose change....
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Without Words
Shhhh…Quiet. Do you hear it? The quiet? I’m sitting here in my dimly lit office. Alone. The kids are asleep. Tucked in and peaceful. Hannah’s Ellie under her arm. Luke’s blanket corner in his...
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B.U.
My mom gave me a gift. A gift in the literal sense, not in the form of a physical trait like long legs, stunning sparkling eyes, stick straight luxurious hair or a character trait like the “gift to...
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