cultivating the beautiful ordinary by sharing our tales and our tables
Our oldest son turned 26 this year. All day, as often happens on our kids’ birthdays, I found my mind returning to the day he was born. At two weeks overdue, I was SO ready for him to be born – though we didn’t know yet that he was even a “he.” We went to…
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This season feels familiar. I find myself repeating these words often. When this happens, I have learned to take notice. It is the start of a new school year. The four children who live at home range in age from 15-10. These are my (not so) littles who are now the ages of the “bigs”…
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Thursday we moved our oldest son Tim to Chicago, where he will be student teaching this year in an urban high school – the culmination of his preparation for the calling he feels to teach in the inner city.
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“I’ll always be with you.”
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I’m unsure of how to start the conversation about honor.
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It was mid-afternoon when the call came.
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It was youth Sunday at my oldest son’s church and there sitting at the drum set is Joe!
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