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can you hear me now?
Being at least two feet smaller than most people around you must leave you with a sense of being unseen, and therefore unheard. That’s my only assumption for Burke’s volume level when he speaks. Even his
remembering
Yesterday, we (the entire family) planted our first vegetable garden. I had no idea the amount of toil this would require, managing the kids and exactly how many seeds they dropped and in which places. Certainly Mark, who
too busy for introspection?
March — what happened to March? It has been a blur of activity: Burke’s birthday, Beckett’s birth/day, traveling to DFW, traveling to OKC, traveling back to DFW and visiting friends and family, traveling back to
little words
I remember as a child and teenager hearing, “why are you so eager to grow up? What’s the rush?” Even as a little person, I idealized the future. Certainly, the mystery of the unknown,
our little girl’s split persona
Meet Sweetie-McGoody… …and now, the cougar. Blythe adds so much dimension and personality to our little family. Even at almost 17 months, she demands an audience. The Sweety-McGoody-Blythe greets me in the morning with her large, doe eyes, dimpled smile, and a
a love note
Mark and I like to keep things “spicy” by writing little notes to one another on our bathroom mirror (we’ll have to reconsider once Liam is able to read more than three letter words). Below
happy 3rd birthday, sweet boy.
We’re late to be somewhere, anywhere. You approach me and ask, “Mom, will you put on my shoes?” I bend down, wrestling to force your limp foot into submission while supporting your weight bearing down
generations later, lewis would be proud
When Mark and I went to London for our honeymoon, we found this quaint bookshop full of all sorts of literary treasure, old and new. In it we found a hardbound compilation of the Chronicles of Narnia,
holes in my sound wall
“SILENCES are holes in the sound wall/SOUNDS are bubbles on the surface of silence. Sound, like silence, is both opening and filling/concave and convex/life and death…ntering into LIFE is also entering into the DEATH process.
Cloistered Away
encourages and supports women in building beautiful, fruitful homes and lives, written by Bethany Douglass.
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