We are here. We have been talking about this trip for months now. The last time we were here was at least 2 years ago, and we are finally back. Little Lady clutches her purse, her gift card safe and secure inside. Middle Little Lady grips her money in a little ziploc bag. She…
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Some of our best conversations always seem to happen while I am driving… “Mama, when I grow up, I want to have a covered wagon. Not a car,” My Littlest Lady announces. “Okay, that would be fun,” I tell her. “I mean I am going to live on a farm in the mountains, you know,…
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we are snuggled on the couch sandwiched together, more like. Little Lady leaning into me; Littlest Lady, on my other side, resting her head on my shoulder, her arm linked with mine, and Little Man, well, he is on my lap, squirming about, looking up at me, laughing, chattering, easing his way off my lap…
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One month. Almost. Tomorrow will be one month. My heart still grieves the loss, but the joy is ever present. My joy, His joy in me, is ever present, ever strong. How can this be? This is Grace. I have been able to sing, laugh, dance with my girls. With my beloved. And I have…
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They think I am Spanish. Here is the South, that is what we are usually mistaken for. As we talk and laugh and tell stories in our foreign tongue, passersby always ask, is that Spanish? I smile. No. I reply. No, not Spanish (though I wish I could speak Spanish!) Back home in the…
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