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simple.
Tell me this isn’t beautiful. It’s the Real Deal. And it’s one of my favorite types of beauty – the practical kind. Oh, how I love when Function meets Beauty. A fresh strawberry smoothie. As in – these strawberries were picked only hours before they were blended harmoniously together in my lame Black & Decker blender. And as if fresh,…
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Yes, You Can!
This weekend I took Bergen, Mosely and London to a community theatre’s production of Oliver. (It’s from my favorite Charles Dickens’ novel and I only just read it for the first time last year. How did I receive an English degree without reading that novel, Cumberland College? How?) I love community theatre. I miss it really. (And watching the…
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Hello.
Tetherball. Meet Bergen. Bergen. Meet tetherball. I think you guys will enjoy a long and enduring friendship.
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We interrupt this season . . .
You already know a little bit about how Bergen plays soccer. (Or doesn’t.) But Kevin posted about it in an even funnier way. It made me laugh. And I bet you will laugh too. Read it here.
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Surprise!
My dad used to be a dairy farmer. (That’s how I mostly remember my father. I used to describe him as Grizzly Adams. I think it’s a pretty fair comparison.) After selling the farm Dad sold tractors and such for a while. (Yellow and green tractors. Naturally.) And then he moved to Wyoming. (Uh – for some reason I cannot…
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The Dentist
Last week we experienced what I will call A Terrible Dental Experience. And all because of my former arch nemesis – fear. But this time it wasn’t my fear. It was London’s fear. (Is the same principle about sins of the father passed to the son true for sins of the mother passed to the daughter?) Because this kid looks…
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King of Proclamations
Bergen Hawkeye is the King of Proclamations. (I am confident that he himself would be proclaiming this announcement right now if he knew how to type and could access this blog.) Particularly of the very obvious variety. And no proclamation is ever good enough unless it is delivered at a decibel slightly louder than necessary. Right? Two recent proclamations of…
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This Is A True Story
Sometimes I am convinced that my children are actually better people than me. Kinder than I am. More compassionate. Speedier in love and more perceptive. For example . . . It had been a long day. Long. And I was home trying to get the younger kids corralled after soccer practice. Riley was hanging out with friends. Kevin was working.…
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Soccer – Let the Games Begin!
The season has started. In all its glory. (Okay, there really is not much glory – but the kids sure look cute in their uniforms, Riley is a great assistant coach and Piper is a pretty effective cheerleader.) We’re just at the beginning of the season but it’s funny already. There’s the I-expected-this-but-not-from-you – Hawkeye. He pretty much just wants…
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Celebrate Good Times – Come On!
Bergen, that little boy-man, turned five this weekend. Five. One whole hand. And for his birthday he only asked for one thing – monster trucks that could sit on a cake but could later be removed to play with. (Really. That’s what he asked for.) So we went with a theme. There were three monster trucks on his cake. (And…
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At First Glance
What you are looking at here is no ordinary ball. It’s a rubber band ball. But that’s not all. It is also the culmination of a dream. The hope of many months and much pondering and a quite intense pursuit. For Mosely, anyway. That kid thinks she created the concept of a ball made entirely of rubber bands. And she…
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A Quiet Forgiveness
Forgiveness is really such a personal quest. A lonely journey. Isn’t it? I mean, there’s the public forgiveness – announcing it, requesting it, bestowing, granting it. All of that. But the true work of forgiveness, the nitty gritty, happens almost entirely inside your head (or heart). And the impossibly challenging part is how invisible it is. How thankless. How not…
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Sufficient
My grace is sufficient for you, for my power is made perfect in weakness. Therefore I will boast all the more gladly about my weaknesses, so that Christ’s power may rest on me. That is why, for Christ’s sake, I delight in weaknesses, in insults, in hardships, in persecutions, in difficulties. For when I am weak, then I am strong.…
