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In the morning, after the twins chug their milk and the heavy wet diapers of the night before are deposited in the already overflowing trash, I sit in the corner of the couch with Isaiah to look at a book. We flip through the pages of a National Geographic...
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We didn’t get around to Christmas cards this year, but come January, when the real depth and breadth of winter set it, I started making paper Cardinals. They made me happy in the same tangible, heart-happy way playing the Ukulele does. The crimson card...
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” . . . out of the overflow of his heart his mouth speaks.” Luke 6:45 Standing near the kitchen counter in the morning, Levi grabs a sippy-cup of warm milk and hands it to Isaiah. “Air, Yay-yah,” he says, holding out the cup. He...
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She stands at the top of the stairs in her soft pink and green pajamas – the ones with the ruffles on the ends of each sleeve. Her long blond hair is tousled and tumbling, fresh from a shower the night before. Lit by the light of the Christmas tree,...
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