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Is She the One?
Growing up on a dairy farm with pesky cows whose bodies demanded a milking twice every day lest they implode (or so I believed), our family was not able to take very many vacations. (That, and the fact that milking cows is not a consistently lucrative lifestyle.) The family outings we did take, however, were memorable and exciting even…
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See Ya’ Later
Camp is over. We’ve said goodbye to summer staffers. Now it’s time to say goodbye to you guys. But don’t worry. It’s not forever. Just for a week. We’re headed to the beach and we’re leaving behind the computer and we’re not checking facebook or updating blogs or checking e-mail. Instead, we’ll be checking out each other. We plan to…
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You’ve Got Mail
Every day when we check the little black mail box at our home, the kids ask, “Who got mail?” (Disregard the poor grammar.) And when the answer is usually someone other than themselves, their little faces turn downcast and they wonder aloud why only mommy and daddy get letters every day. These guys already know the significance of a Real…
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Fix You
It was an offer we couldn’t refuse. Free tickets to see Coldplay. Kevin had to work so Riley was the lucky benefactor of Ticket Number Two. (Naturally, I had already claimed Ticket Number One.) We had a great time at the concert. (This is an understatement, of course.) Getting to the concert was an entirely different matter. One mile to…
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Multi-Task Madness
Women are Queen Multi-Taskers. And we have this whole network of women out there who are doing simple things better and faster. So we should collaborate a little more often – quit reinventing the wheel all the time – right? What I am saying is – what do you do that cuts down a few of your chores every day?…
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Some Things
This is just a photo. Of the cutest tiny baby I have seen today. We have been busy. A lovely visit from Papaw and Uncle John. A butterfly class at a children’s museum for London and Mosely – worth the money to hear Mosely talk about a chrysalis. Teaching Riley how to play Risk – and dominating her in the…
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Travelers Rest
It’s August. And that means something around here. Summer camp season is almost complete. As I have said before, if summers in Virginia always ended when the Wickstrum’s suburban pulled out of the driveway, then summers here end when the summer staffers load up their belongings and leave the camp. What a privilege it has been to be a part…
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Normal
Yesterday was just a normal day at the Keigley household. If you consider this normal: 7 something a.m. – In the shower. Riley enters the bathroom. I don’t recall any sound of someone knocking. She’s on the phone with her tutor and wants to know if we can change that morning’s tutoring session to an hour later. I think an…
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Enough
Have I ever really believed that God is enough? I mean, I’ve probably said He was. I might have even thought that I believed it. But your beliefs are pretty much revealed through your actions. So. Have I acted like God is enough? Or has my life thus far been mostly a study of how God is not enough? Don’t…
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The Wise Finnian
This little girl may be a genius. Or not. But I probably owe her a positive post since the last time that I wrote about her I think I may have mentioned the word “terrible” and dwelt heavily upon her tiny child misbehavior. At any rate, I think we all know there are many sides to every person. So why…
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Lunch
I found myself staring at my plate during lunch today. The sight of my meal triggered some memory in me. It wasn’t an exciting meal, but it was a very familiar one. I had a scoop of this macaroni-tuna-egg-salad-type-thing and two slices of banana bread spread with cream cheese. Don’t worry, it doesn’t offend me if that sounds unappetizing to…
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Why Do I Write This Blog?
One word. Perspective. That’s the one word reason. (And if I had self-control I would end this blog post right here.) But I don’t. Have self-control, that is. I write this blog because I find that when I am keeping it up to date, I like my entire life better. I know that seems like a ridiculous amount of importance…
