Out on the patio with my feet propped up, I can see the tips of my wedding shoes peeking out over my laptop.
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cultivating the beautiful ordinary by sharing our tales and our tables
Out on the patio with my feet propped up, I can see the tips of my wedding shoes peeking out over my laptop.
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It was buried, burrowed beneath a lot of other nonsense, like so many good things are.
Read MoreI had the chance to pick the featured image for the month of February at Red Tent Living. And I knew it needed to be food—rich, decadent, effort-induced food.
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I knew I was Aaron’s the first time we kissed.
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“Dahlias are everything a flower should be,” she said happily as she wrapped the bouquet I had made into butcher paper.
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