I have had a desk for as long as I can remember. There was one that went along with my mother’s childhood bedroom set, which became mine. I remember the bright blue desk blotter that sat on top of it—matching the blue embroidery on the bed’s coverlet. I remember the hours tracing the gold painted…
My family has been celebrating New Year’s Eve with LeAnn’s family since before my little brother was born. Ever since the eve of January 1, 1996, we’ve all gathered at my grandparents’ ranch to ring in the new year, with fellowship over food, games, and music. In the past fourteen years, I’ve only missed the…
Yesterday morning we woke up to see 12 degrees as the temperature projected on our ceiling by a handy-dandy clock we were given for our wedding. This morning, it was 15 degrees. It has yet to snow enough to stick, but you couldn’t tell it looking out the window: even by mid-afternoon, many of the…
I’ve been thinking a lot lately about why I blog. It has prompted a lot of revelations, which will spill out into more blog posts! But the other day, as I was picking up the growing collection of Good Dog, Carl and other board books from the bathroom—stacked on the floor, around the potty chair,…
Our favorite tomato soup recipe turned out extra-pretty this week with the addition of yellow heirloom tomatoes. It’s a simple recipe: just saute diced onion and garlic in butter. Then add diced tomatoes and a bit of beef broth, then salt, pepper, thyme, and parsley to taste. Simmer for a few minutes and it’s the…
Have you ever tasted homemade tomato sauce? From tomatoes grown in the dirt around your home. Tomatoes that have been chopped on your kitchen counter. Tomatoes that have simmered for hours on your kitchen stove. Until the extra liquid has evaporated and the tomatoes have reached the smooth perfection of…homemade tomato sauce. Last week I…
I’ve decided there are two—no three—things that make my day go better. The one is—or at least, should be—a “given”: spending time in God’s Word. But unfortunately, it often becomes only an item to be hurried through so I can get to my to-do list (which is the second). Yet if I do really focus…
Whether it was walking around at the county fair Saturday night, the extra dark Lindt chocolate (85% cocoa) my husband bought me after the fair, or all the red raspberry leaf and pregnancy tea I’d been drinking the past six months, we got to hold our second daughter almost two weeks before her due date….
When talking to an expectant neighbor dad recently, he made the comment that he’d told his wife all maternity clothes should come with earplugs, so expectant moms couldn’t hear people’s comments. I think I’m beginning to agree. In the past two weeks, I’ve heard it all: from “You’re popping out so quickly” to “You’re carrying so…
At times it is uncanny how much I feel like I’m looking in the mirror when I look at my little daughter. Though she has so many of her daddy’s features, she looks so very much like my baby pictures, I often take a second glance: isn’t that me I’m looking at? But more and…
Ru girl, You’ve turned anything and everything into a cell phone for as long as I can remember. A banana, your dolly, your magnets–even a piece of cheese you were eating the other day. Amazingly in this age of tiny cell phones, you actually understand that the old rotary Fisher Price phone is also a…
Dear Little Person, We saw your little profile today! It was so fun to see you swimming around at the same time I felt you kicking me. And the hospital had gotten a new ultrasound machine since your big sister’s ultrasounds, so we could see you much more clearly than we ever did Ruth. However,…
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