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Sounds Logical
I am simply going to record a real conversation that took place earlier today in the confines of our Suburban. London: Who will I marry, Mommy? Me: Oh. I don’t know. I guess you will have to wait and see who God has planned for you. L-: How will I know who that is? Me: Well. In a lot of ways I guess. The young man will be pursuing God. Your daddy and I will like him. Uh . . . L-: So why can’t I just marry Bergen? We’re all Christians. Me: Brothers and sisters just do not get married to one another. Mosely: I plan to marry Otto.…
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Now, THAT Was A Good Time
Friendship is a sheltering tree. -Samuel Coleridge There are just some people that you love to be around – aren’t there? People who make you laugh. Who make you feel good about being exactly who you are. Encouragers. People who are not naively optimistic but yet exude warmth and cheerfulness and hopefulness. I have a friend like that. And this past week she and her two adorable boys came to our house to hang out for a few days. We did a lot of silly little things (pretended our kitchen was an internet cafe and played on our laptops simultaneously). We seemed to eat a lot of food (like creating…
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It Has To Be Said
So. Here’s Wilder. He’s really devouring the Word.
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Super Walter
I live in a funny house. With funny people. Mostly under four feet tall, funny people. I put Piper Finn down for her nap today and noticed a sippee cup in her bed. Inquiring from whence said sippee cup appeared, Piper informed me, “Walter gave me sippee cup.” That was plausible, since Walter was one of the co-babysitters last night while Kevin and I attended our first Bee Keeper’s class. (Yes. Bee Keeping. That’ll keep for another post.) The cup’s lid was twisted and I couldn’t fix it, despite Piper’s obvious frustration with my lack of sippee cup skills. “I cannot fix this Finn,” I told her. My two year…
