“I Love You.” Three little words, with only eight letters between them. Sometimes they seem so inadequate, don’t they? And yet, two years ago today, those three little words changed everything for me. My man whispered, “I do love you, very much,” and I was the happiest girl in the world. Our love has only…
A week ago yesterday, two men named Richard went Home to Heaven.Richard “Everett” was 86, and went Home after a long bout with Parkinson’s. Uncle Dick was only 56, when a wreck on the drive home from work took him Home forever. When Everett could still come to church, I remember going over to ask…
My man and I have the postal delivery times down to a science. If I mail a letter today, he will get it day after tomorrow. If I mail a letter on a Friday, he will get it Monday. If I mail a letter before the noon pickup on Saturday, it will arrive at his…
Ever notice how all the Christmas songs are love songs? My man pointed that out to me on the phone last night. The thing about the holidays is that they are traditionally spent with loved ones. And so whether you have no one “special,” or your “special someone” is miles away, you still feel lonely….
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…
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…
“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…
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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