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We inherited several gallon-sized bags of blueberries when my in-laws sold their house and moved to Florida. I like to think that they were handpicked by my mother-in-law some time ago, back before the brain tumor and multiple surgeries left her partially...
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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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The cheeks of a two-year-old are delightfully irresistible, which is why I kiss them as often as I can. This morning, in fact, I leaned over and planted one on Levi’s tender cheek for a reason I cannot remember, but he quickly pulled back in pain. Yesterday he fell...
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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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“…I can’t tell you how much I long for you to enter this wide-open, spacious life…The smallness you feel comes from within you. Your lives aren’t small, but you’re living them in a small way. I’m speaking as plainly as I can and with great affection. Open up your...
