Bleached

I knocked on the door of my parent’s house, tears streaming down my face one dark February night.

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Dating, Redemption, and Restoration

We sat across the table from each other in a quaint hole-in-the-wall Japanese restaurant.

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Recommit and go again

Our first year of marriage wasn’t what I’m assuming many newlyweds experience.

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Let’s make babies…just without the babies

Large snowflakes swirled around me, inviting me to journey home and cozy up for the night.

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Where grief and joy mingle.

I had been dating him for a few months when, while cooking dinner in his kitchen, he wrapped his arms around me and began singing a tune we could slow dance to—right there, next to the hot stove.

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