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…
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…
It was hard to think of it as bad news when it came. Dan was so ready to go Home. A year and a half is a long time to deal with brain cancer in an earthly, pain-wracked body. Now, he has a new body. No more pain, no more tears. But last Saturday we…
This weekend is for celebrating and loving on our mothers and the maternal figures in our lives. But in the midst of the special breakfasts and pretty flowers, my heart is with some other mothers. Who are not celebrated. But who need even more loving on than the others. One such mother has graciously allowed…
Dear Ru, Sunday is Mother’s Day. But at two, you can’t understand that yet. Instead, you love everyone and expect everyone to love you. Your trust in those you love is so implicit that you take every good thing as something just for you. Your daddy went to town on Wednesday. But he got more…
The End.
The End.
