“He writes me letters on college ruled paper,” she told me, “And he has ever since we got together. I love his letters — he has such a way with words.” He writes her letters. Stacks and stacks of letters. And she has them all. Tied with a cream ribbon. To read. To remember….
Lance & Kristen are leaving the comfortable, headed for a grand adventure. By grand adventure, I mean Louisiana. By comfortable, I mean North Carolina. And by headed out, I mean leaving in a couple days. Only fitting, then, that we hung out in the middle of the hottest week of the year (I don’t think…
He cared. O yes, he cared. He cared when she walked onto the grass; he held her hand to help her balance in those fabulous heels. He cared when a bug started buzzing around her; he swatted it away. He cared when she was updating her hair style; he took an iPhone picture of…
She was having trouble with her car. And since its more than a little important (work… church…friends…groceries …) it was majorly on her mind when she sat down on the couch after dinner with a group of friends. The gang was all there still, and she was chatting it up…trying to forget the car……but…still…the car…
Zeke and Meagan created a sailboat out of a canoe. I think that pretty much sums them up. Completely. The ability to take a good thing and make it better is grossly undervalued. The willingness to make the effort toward excellence is priceless. And necessary. They are moving to Papua New Guinea, hopefully soon, but…
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Fifteen years ago (my, how time flies), Alex and I pulled the trunk of flowery, frilly, pink-and-pearl dress up clothes from the basement into my bedroom. (My walls, by the way, were bubble gum pink. No exaggeration.) A couple hours later, my room was decorated in frilly outfits — and so were we (the cleanup…
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