It would be nice if no one felt the need to hold me to every little statement I ever made (I prefer to forget them, myself). Especially since I was such an outspoken teenager at times (in a rather public forum). I wish I could go back and tell my 16-year-old self a few things…
Sometimes I wonder if anyone else could possibly be so incredibly and crazily in love as my man and I are.Maybe everyone feels the same way when they are young and in love. But what about when they are old and have been married a while? I sat in church this morning and looked around…
Was it just nine years ago today, when the memories of us began? There we were, at Yellowstone National Park, waiting what seemed like forever for Riverside Geyser. Then, we saw him–or rather, his family. And my mom dared to ask that fateful question of complete strangers: “Are you homeschoolers?”As the geyser burst forth in…
As I walked through the field this evening, the cool breeze whispering through the poplar trees, the cotton falling gently at my feet, I couldn’t help but think of my man. Even my tennis shoes remind me of Merritt, because he bought them for me. I looked around at the familiar and truly picturesque scenes…
I had never watched a soldier fold a flag and hand it to a friend of my mother’s. I had never witnessed a 21-gun salute that moved me to tears. I had never heard Taps played for someone I knew. Until last Friday. Our friend Robert was promoted two weeks ago. Promoted from marching at…
I love Hallmark stores. The sea of cards, with the perfect one for the occasion hidden there somewhere, just waiting for me to find it. The beautiful journals and stationery in every style. The gorgeous frames I drool over (and that one time I talked them down to an excellent deal on a shelf/frame that…
A John Deere tractor is plowing the field across the road. I wish it were another field, 488 miles away, with my farmer behind the wheel. Because right about now would be the perfect time to take him some hot cocoa and cookies. Then I’d ask for a ride so we could enjoy the sunset…
My friend sent me a charming little book written at the turn of the (last) century by a 10-year-old girl. O Ye Jigs & Juleps! is one of the most unique humorous pieces I’ve ever read. Virginia is a child simply stating facts as she observes them, and without trying to be funny she’s more…
“Half my heart is in Iraq.” The bumper sticker brought tears to my eyes the first time I saw it. And I took a moment to pray for that woman whose man was fighting to protect my freedom, and the freedom of those I love. Each time I see that bumper sticker, I am reminded…
Happy St. John Deere’s Day! Yes, I know, the rest of the world celebrates St. Patrick’s Day. And as a good Irish girl (with plenty of Scotch, Dutch, English, and German as well), I’ve been wearing green all week. (Considering that it’s my favorite color and makes up half my wardrobe, that wasn’t too hard.)…
There’s nothing quite like rolling out of bed before the sun has peeked in at the windows, rubbing your eyes, throwing on some old clothes, and meeting the morning with a gun in your hand. Snap. I didn’t quite miss that stick. I must watch the ground more closely. But, I don’t want to miss…
I inherited from my maternal grandmother a love of books, of words, and of letters. Her “Independence Day Present” to me was a combination of those three loves: Susan Besze Wallace’s beautiful collection Love & War: 250 Years of Wartime Love Letters. Major Sullivan Ballou wrote the following in a letter to his wife Sarah…
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