Mailbox

Yesterday, I shared the first part of the story of how Scott and I met. Today, I’m sharing a second part of the story. (Yes, that means there’s a third part. I’m on a roll!) Letters. On Paper. Mailed with Stamps! A few casual dates, one formal one (Scott asked me to the Junior-Senior Banquet—a banquet and…

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couple walking at sunset

Normally, Throwback Thursday is an Instagram thing and a hashtag (#tbt or #throwbackthursday). But I found the entire story of how Scott and I ended up together today and thought I’d post it. The Mikes It was 1996 at Cedarville College, and I was a sophomore. “The Mikes” (Mike E and Mike M) sat behind…

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My favorite stage of parenting so far is age 8-11. Babies are cute, but they are incredibly needy, mind-blowingly messy, and you can’t have a conversation with them. I much prefer interacting with people who can wipe their own bottoms, pick up after themselves (albeit with much resistance and some coercion), and have heated arguments…

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We curled up together on my bed, book in hand, her hair still dripping from the night’s shower. She seemed down, but I have learned not to dig too vigorously. Make a space and show her I’m interested, and she will move into it and talk. The pages were about breast development, when girls might…

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I’ve waited for the labor pains to push a child out of me four times. My firstborn, a girl, slid into our arms on a frosty February morning. We had no idea that four days later, we would sit across from a cardiologist as he delivered the devastating news that her heart had stopped beating…

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