“Letter writing is such a heartless method of communicating. First, one has difficulty putting into words what he really feels—then he must worry for fear what is written is misunderstood—and that for a good long time, since he cannot erase once the post-box has banged shut, and then he must wait—and that is worst of…
She should have known it would be a storybook romance. From the time she learned to read, she immersed herself in the best of love stories, fiction and non. From Little Women and The First Four Years to Anne’s House of Dreams and The Twenty-Fourth of June, she knew what it should look like when The…
We fell in love to the rhythm of Country music. The cassettes and CDs we mixed for each other became the soundtrack for those years. The songs we listened to reflecting the ups and downs, the excitement and the tears. “Don’t Take the Girl” was the first Country song he played me, the summer of…
We bought it on our honeymoon. The receipt is still in the back of our photo album, along with the rest of our maps and brochures and receipts chronicling that week. (And we think gas is expensive now!) We found it at the Mammoth Hot Springs General Store. Little did we know my sister-in-law would…
Fifteen years ago today, I met my very best friend. No, we didn’t talk that day—we were young and shy, just days past our thirteenth birthdays. But we listened to our parents as we all walked those boardwalks through Yellowstone—away from the Riverside Geyser where we met, towards Old Faithful itself. We all thrilled at…
Five years ago I couldn’t stop staring at the antique engagement ring on my finger and marveling at how God had provided it. Five years ago I couldn’t stop smiling, even as the emotions of engagement and wedding planning overwhelmed me. Five years ago I was trying on wedding dresses and discovered that the shop…
We’ve been married just two years, but my husband and I have begun to realize we’re already falling into that “old married couple” category. We like going to bed early. We have to have our Sunday afternoon naps. And they just don’t make love songs like they did when we were young. A few months…
Sitting here looking out the window on this rainy June morning in Washington, it is hard to believe that it was more than a year ago now, on another rainy morning in another state, that I became his wife. And what a year it has been! Finishing our little home, riding in the tractor together…
This weekend is my mom’s Creative Memories scrapbooking retreat. It’s the first time in ten years that I haven’t been there. I can see them all clearly, in my mind’s eye. Twenty or thirty ladies, pictures and colored paper and photo album pages spread on every bit of table space, in that retreat center cozily…
“The weather has been flirting with us, but no real snow yet. I’m ready for it. If it’s going to be this cold, I want there to be snow on the ground.” Though halfway across the country at Hillsdale college, my friend Emily captured my feelings precisely. Glancing out my window each morning I see…
I can’t show anyone my beautiful ring without telling the story of how God provided it…When Merritt visited over New Year’s, we talked seriously to my parents about getting married sooner than later. There was no question that we were meant for each other, it was just the timing. And, a big factor in the…
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…
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