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having my cake &

I’m pretty bad at birthdays – like stinky bad.  I’m not going to remember yours even when facebook reminds me. If I do, I probably won’t do anything terribly special.  I might buy you a taco, I know a good place. Or, I might send you a text.  But chances are much better that I’ll … Continue reading →

practicing the love

Some things happened last week that are making me work to love my husband better. First, I told a (fairly empty) room full of people that loving someone doesn’t require biology – that, in fact, you love who you serve. I may have even used the word, “hogwash.” (Proud of that. What a great word!) I … Continue reading →