cultivating the beautiful ordinary by sharing our tales and our tables
It is that stage in life where the day feels so full that there is barely room to breathe. With working full time, my day is brimming with stories, complaints, and check lists. My time at home is marked by conversations with my husband, bedtimes, and dishes. It is sweet to stop and breathe in cuddles with our…
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“Safe? Who said anything about safe? ‘Course he isn’t safe. But he’s good. He’s the king, I tell you.” – Mr. Beaver* My favorite grocery store is five miles east of my home, down a two-lane highway in the middle of a forest preserve. Forest preserves are Illinois’s excuse for nature. No buildings are allowed…
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Sitting in between half packed boxes and newspaper crumbles, tears flowing for what felt like an eternity, I began my tirade: God, I am SO ANGRY with You. You don’t love me at all. So instead of me following anything You have to tell me, I am going to ignore You and anything and anyone…
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After spending time with my grandchildren and my brother I am finding my heart to be more tender than I had known previously.
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We met in a bar after midnight.
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When I was a little girl, I sang “He’s got the whole world in His hands” and I would picture God’s actual huge hands holding our world.
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I knocked on the door of my parent’s house, tears streaming down my face one dark February night.
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My life has definitely changed course over the last few months.
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We sat across the table from each other in a quaint hole-in-the-wall Japanese restaurant.
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Our first year of marriage wasn’t what I’m assuming many newlyweds experience.
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