Both of my last two blog posts are true pictures of my family. There is great pain and great beauty side by side in my home.
We have been walking through difficult things this summer. His words feel redemptive, protective, perfect to me.
Our family dinner was a lovely success despite a candle-wax spill (entirely my fault), and blurry pics, and too much food.
How dare he? This is not the first time he will shave his whiskers for the state, and it will probably not be the last, God forbid.
This applies to more than friendships with women. It applies to marriage, child-raising, and all manner of things. People are what you believe them to be.
We marked fifteen years this month, with a four-day stay in an apartment made from sparkling surfaces we hadn’t cleaned.