I had a lovely little idea that February would be the perfect month to focus on intimacy, and then I inherited a newborn baby.
Our family dinner was a lovely success despite a candle-wax spill (entirely my fault), and blurry pics, and too much food.
I find myself loving what we make: things that mean something to me. Or sometimes, distressed letters from Walmart. Yeah, that works.
When I awake early on Valentine’s Day I am alone It takes a moment to remember why. Oh yes. Early ministers’ meeting. Often at night I wake to find him gone Or wake to find him returning. I expect him to be warm, come from checking on the kids Or using the bathroom But […]
I am aware that for every one of you who said “refreshing” on my last post, there were probably three or four who thought “alarming.” So thank you for being gentle. I’m not brewing up any more of it at the moment, and I wasn’t saying that doubt is a thing to be glorified or […]
Confession: One of the reasons I can get away with tweaking my man so much on this site is that he has a great appreciation for sarcasm and humor. And the other is that I secretly adore him. Though I am bold in telling others to pursue it, love itself is to me a deeply […]