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Continue reading →: Day 12: Paper
A drawer stuffed full of crafts and worksheets from school A post-it on every surface with lists and requests that you’ll Scribble quickly, then hold up “Hug me please,” “Play tickle monster” Or “Time to color.” The counterfeit money that you made So that Irene wouldn’t crinkle your dollar, Or…
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Continue reading →: Day 11: Drive
Back when we were dating, we lived overseas (in separate apartments…for the record) with no car. I’m not sure I ever really rode in a car with Aubrey driving until we were pretty much engaged and, especially as a person who struggles with anxiety, I’m seriously glad he turned out…
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Continue reading →: Day 10: Frame
Back in college, we had this Discipleship Group and sometimes we found the materials to be a little bit cheesy. We’d be reading some illustration and then some not-so-subtle transition would tie it back into the spiritual or Biblical principle at hand, something as smooth and artful as “And so…
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Continue reading →: Day 9: Shoes
I came across the pair of shoes that I wore down the aisle. They were tucked in a keepsake box, along with our vows from that day, inside my Pa’s old hope chest that now serves as our coffee table. Those shoes are other — other than anything I’ve worn…
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Continue reading →: Day 8: Dirt
“Please, Momma, can I go bury this?” she asks with a pumpkin seed closed into her fist. “Where?” I respond with a question, buying myself time to think of ways to say no. My sweet girl has an interest in seeds becoming plants, but we’ve lived in apartments for so…
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Continue reading →: Day 7: Music
My hair brush was my first counselor. That make-shift microphone was the one to whom I sang all my heart’s first songs. With her, I could try getting loud and unselfconscious. I could work out being scared, and mad that I’m scared, while belting “I’m Just A Girl;” I noticed…
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Continue reading →: Day 6: Frost
Frost. It’s March 2nd and it was a high of 79 degrees fahrenheit today in Orlando. I feel like I’m basically a Florida girl now, but Aubrey reminded me that, even if we were in Georgia, we still wouldn’t have much cause to write about frost. My mother-in-law suggested Frozen,…
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Continue reading →: Day 5: Hair
I often think that so much of growing up is just learning to tolerate life’s discomforts. We have come up with elaborate procedures needed to take medicine that tastes bad (honey spoon + medicine + immediately followed by another honey spoon, if you’re interested); we have offered lollipops for hair…
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Continue reading →: Day 4: Water
We went tonight to the Rivers of Light show at Animal Kingdom for the first time since being gifted season passes. We had attempted to go one other time, but decided to leave early as a natural consequence of some non-cooperation from one of our little loves. After a little…
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Continue reading →: Day 3: Dishes
We may go through another season when we use Ikea or Goodwill dishes and that would be okay. For now, I’m enjoying these —gifted right at the start of our journey together — and teaching me that what’s important can be preserved with a little effort and a lot of…
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