Dearest Pen Pal, The lady who owns our local Hallmark teases you because she doesn’t see you as much now that we are married. But I tell her it’s because I get to see you now that we are married. Our communication isn’t limited to the pen and ink you filled each blank space of…
One of my first thoughts yesterday morning was of her. She came to our church with her best friend when I was young. One Father’s Day, we heard the ambulance sirens before we’d even left church. A few days later, I was in the church nursery during her dad’s funeral. And every Father’s Day, I…
It was an early-morning double date with my husband’s cousin and her fiance, whom we’d just met and wanted to get to know better. Coffees and Chai tea in hand, we found a nook with two couches, and facing each other, we couples settled in for a long chat in our local coffee shop early…
When my grandmother came to visit last month, we took her to our favorite little bookstore, and she told me to pick out some books for the girls. I had fun browsing, and ended up with two titles I’d heard about on the radio. I’ve long been fascinated with the idea of using catechism to…
I tend to try to carry a load that wasn’t meant for me. When a friend is hurting, I do more than just hurt with her: I try to carry the weight she’s carrying, instead of just carrying it all to my Lord in prayer. Or as I’m carrying her to Jesus on my knees,…
We’d had company two weekends in a row. Things were crazy. We weren’t even alone at the dinner table at night. I didn’t understand why I was suddenly feeling way more connected to my husband. “What has gotten into my hubby lately?” I asked with a wink, in response to his indescribable smile as we…
Susette Kelo and I have two things in common: red hair and little pink houses. “Doesn’t the house look great?” Susette asked. The seller looked disgusted. “Pink?” she asked, then insisted it was not right for the period of the house. “That’s not true,” Susette said. “I got the color right off the historic paint…
I have an emotional attachment to some of my clothes. But I’m not the only one who doesn’t want to get rid of outfits with special memories. One evening last week my husband patiently watched me try on shirt after tank top after blouse. I’d been more than a little overwhelmed when I got out…
RuRu girl, You amaze us. You’re always coming up with something new. The birdies outside your window? “Thewyre sayin’ ‘we wuv you Wuth Ann’”. You are thrilled by your new bird feeder that you can see from your bedroom window. If you and Daddy saw a black bird that morning, then every bird is a…
After four years of a fast internet connection—quick on when we pull up to the library or our neighbor’s, quick off when we drive home—we finally have internet access here at our little pink house. It’s a slow internet connection, but it’s steady (most of the time). And after just one week, I’m not quite…
Dear Ru, I cut your daddy’s hair this morning. You sat and watched in rapt attention. “When I get big, I cut my hair?” “No, honey, you have pretty hair, you don’t need to cut it.” “Mommy cut her hair.” “Yes, because Mommy’s silly.” “She got you, Mommy,” laughed the man in the chair. When…
My husband works nearly within view of where we live. He’s home for lunch almost every day. We have yet to spend a night of married life separated farther than him being on the tractor in the field and me in bed. I’m spoiled. Really spoiled. And I know it. Because the first ten years…
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The End.