cultivating the beautiful ordinary by sharing our tales and our tables
God chuckled the day I articulated, “I can work from any kitchen table with Wi-Fi in the lower 48 states.” My time as a widow had been a dark 6 years—almost 7, years in which my heart and mind begged God to stop my breath. Then, as abruptly as my widowhood had begun, it ended.…
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Being deeply loved by someone gives you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage. (Lao Tzu) For anyone who has ever been in a long-term relationship, you know that love changes over time. My husband and I are college sweethearts and have been married for eight years. I never anticipated getting married so young,…
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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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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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Large snowflakes swirled around me, inviting me to journey home and cozy up for the night.
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Today began in the dark of yet another Pacific Northwest rainstorm.
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Of all the stories I get to tell, the one of meeting my husband is one of my favorites.
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Dance is one of those words that evokes a visceral response inside me – simultaneous anxiety and longing, joy and fear.
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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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