My grandpa farmed for a livin’, Content to live the simpler kind of life. My grandma worked in the kitchen, Awfully proud to be that farmer’s wife. They used to say that they’d got everything that they need, Each mornin’ they wake up: Four walls, three words, two hearts, one love. -Randy Travis, “Four Walls“…
As I write, my man is about to start pouring footings for our new home (as long as the rain stays away long enough that the concrete trucks won’t get stuck in the mud). I can’t wait until he calls this evening, to hear all about how it went. Waiting for the phone to ring…
“A room without books is a body without a soul.” -Cicero “A house without books is like a room without windows.” -Horace Mann My room has two windows. But no books! Or at least, no books to speak of. There are half a dozen of my favorite books on marriage (watch for reviews coming soon)….
I just glanced out the window to see a boy I once knew driving past on an old tractor. Was it just in my mind’s eye, or was he really wearing a grey hooded sweatshirt just like my farmer’s Carharrt one? Did I see that same contented little boy look of a man driving a…
It’s still hard to believe I’m in the midst of planning my wedding. Our wedding! What happiness.All the details are coming together so well. The perfect dress, a free couch, the cutest kitchen table ever, and of course, the dearest groom. I’ve been overwhelmed a few times, but only momentarily. It seems the Lord delights…
Once I was happily content to be As I was, where I was Close to the people who are close to me Here in the home I love Who could see that a man would come Who would change the shape of my dreams Helpless, now, I stand with him Watching older dreams grow dimClosing…
Ten years ago this September, I met a little boy in Yellowstone National Park. Our families became friends. We became friends. Six years ago, he started writing me letters. Last year, he asked my daddy for permission to court me. And on Valentine’s Day, he gave me a ring. That little boy is my man,…
“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…
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…
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…
The End.
The End.