When I was a little girl, our dear old house was peeling so many colors of paint, you could chip away at it and find a bright rainbow of colors. Then I discovered that pink was one of the colors it had been painted many moons ago, and pleaded with my daddy to once again…
My grandpa farmed for a livin’, Content to live the simpler kind of life. My grandma worked in the kitchen, Awfully proud to be that farmer’s wife. They used to say that they’d got everything that they need, Each mornin’ they wake up: Four walls, three words, two hearts, one love. -Randy Travis, “Four Walls“…
As I write, my man is about to start pouring footings for our new home (as long as the rain stays away long enough that the concrete trucks won’t get stuck in the mud). I can’t wait until he calls this evening, to hear all about how it went. Waiting for the phone to ring…
“A room without books is a body without a soul.” -Cicero “A house without books is like a room without windows.” -Horace Mann My room has two windows. But no books! Or at least, no books to speak of. There are half a dozen of my favorite books on marriage (watch for reviews coming soon)….
In our family, it’s a required tradition to write thank you notes. After every birthday or holiday, we get out a 4×6 card and make our list of people to thank (preferrably before we put away the gifts, so we actually remember). That includes the great aunts who sent a card, much to our distress…
I just glanced out the window to see a boy I once knew driving past on an old tractor. Was it just in my mind’s eye, or was he really wearing a grey hooded sweatshirt just like my farmer’s Carharrt one? Did I see that same contented little boy look of a man driving a…
I’m celebrating John Deere Day by drinking Gypsy Cold Care tea and consuming Fishermen’s Friend cough drops. With spring just around the corner, I guess it’s the time to get a cold. So I’m staying warm under my down comforter, and about to delve back into E.M. Forester’s A Room with a View (a duplicate…
If one measure’s one’s accomplishments by the amount you have thrown away, I got a fair amount done today. However, I could hardly get through one box of paper in two hours, while a few weeks ago my cousin and I packed more than a dozen boxes in a matter of hours. The sorting process…
It’s still hard to believe I’m in the midst of planning my wedding. Our wedding! What happiness.All the details are coming together so well. The perfect dress, a free couch, the cutest kitchen table ever, and of course, the dearest groom. I’ve been overwhelmed a few times, but only momentarily. It seems the Lord delights…
Once I was happily content to be As I was, where I was Close to the people who are close to me Here in the home I love Who could see that a man would come Who would change the shape of my dreams Helpless, now, I stand with him Watching older dreams grow dimClosing…
I should have known I couldn’t dislike a book by C.S. Lewis. But this country girl has never picked up a sci-fi. So I never would have read Out of the Silent Planet if my man hadn’t discovered the trilogy in my favorite used book store. This book store is the kind owned by someone…
Ten years ago this September, I met a little boy in Yellowstone National Park. Our families became friends. We became friends. Six years ago, he started writing me letters. Last year, he asked my daddy for permission to court me. And on Valentine’s Day, he gave me a ring. That little boy is my man,…
The End.
The End.