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One by one, I pull out the items I’ve collected through the day. I know that if these pockets of mine could speak, they’d sure have a lot to say. I’ve found a little girl’s comb, a safety pin, and the picture someone drew, making me grin. There’s a rubber band, a paper airplane, and…
The bicycle built for two. Dave has always believed in the adage, “Where there’s a will, there’s a way.” Granted, sometimes there isn’t a way even when there’s a will, but you get the point. There’s not a lot my husband won’t tackle, especially if it’s something he knows his bride wants to do. So…
The beginning of belonging. I learned the meaning of belonging from a little girl. We have known her since she was not quite three. Little Miss and her younger brother came to live with us for a time. I learned how to care for her hair and what kind of comb to use. Our daughter…
What is it about us that makes us think we can create the perfect Christmas scenario? I wonder how many years I have thought to myself, This Year or this Christmas . . . ! and it never happens. Those Norman Rockwell photos where all the kids’ pj’s match; there are no stains and tears in their britches…
Sharing the Gift that’s Inside the Present The young man wheeled his vehicle into our driveway and bounded up the steps. I knew him at once. It’s been fifteen years, but I’d recognize that build and that face anywhere. Tucked into our son’s 5th grade photos is a picture of our kids with Terrance* on…
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