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What Women (Really) Want

Because this is what we’re hungry for, isn’t it, friends? A love so deep and long and wide and high it fills every crevice of our souls; a kind of love that would die for us, a kind that sings over us, a kind that walks through fire with us? read more

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Love, Marriage and Crumbs

During my absence, one of three events had apparently taken place in my kitchen: a grenade had been tossed in through the open window, fifty head of cattle had stopped by to graze, or my husband had made himself a sandwich. read more

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This Mother is Trading Facebook for Face-Time

He stares up at me with his father's eyes and it's five in the morning, books strewn all over his bed and his two year old hands reaching up to touch my face. No, I'm shaking my head, no, it's not time to get up yet, but it's too late. He's up. read more

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In Which I Am Learning to Live with the Ache

Our old baby crib is now sitting in pieces in the garage. . It’s in rough shape after nearly eight years and three big babies-to-toddlers in quick succession. There are a lot of sacred memories hidden in that dismantled old crib. The day we took it apart, I cried over that junky old crib. read more

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The Day We Renovated the Nursery and Book Giveaway

Today when we renovated the nursery, I saw it. He was standing in the doorway when I asked him if we could move the change table and the crib because we've been trying for a year now, honey, and we have two foster boys who could use this room, and that's when he looked away. read more