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And so we dream

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It's cold outside, freezing in truth, and so she cuddles all the closer to my side.  "Read this one, Mom."  I gladly open the pages to a book we've ready many times over and start it all again.  It never gets old.  When I come to the end, she takes charge, "My turn."

Her small hands hold the binding far from us so we can both look at pictures.  She doesn't notice how I only see her.  She recalls words that I've just spoken aloud, and speaks them with authority until we come to the end.  She tosses the book to the floor then closes eyes to meet dreams.


I'm sad today.  I've been counting months in my head, and the number is getting smaller.  There is only a short time before she will be heading off to school, and I won't have a little one to cuddle with at nap time.   My heart is grieving just a bit, for time that has been realized.


When I was a little girl, I spent my days playing house.  I had a favorite baby, Jessica, who wore a sweet …

Love is bending

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Real love is patient and it is kind.  It does not envy, it does not boast, it is not proud.  It bends its humble knees in service to the object of its knowing, and the very best love is never held close but laid down where is has all this beautiful space to grow.







































Their youth didn't know much of this love, but they said yes to a lifetime of figuring it out in 1969.

Time has a way of teaching if we are willing to wait, if we are willing to bend.

The good and bad of days fell away but they were faithful to love and to honor from that day forward.  The sun would rise and the sun would fall and each gifted day was cherished.  They could hardly believe that ten years had been lived out right.  Then twenty.  Thirty.  Forty and three.















They held them all, these passing times, as they held onto each other.  They held their children four times over bending low moment into moment to show them all what love really means.















Thousands of suns later brings a day when the white coats enter the small…

Moving on water

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I step an unsure foot out onto the water, man-made and frozen over.  Bits of air bite at the exposed and vulnerable skin, those parts of me that blush when the wind blows.

I move unsteadily into the mass of others making their rounds, afraid of the bombardment.  Carefully I push forward, one foot before the other.

It is not long before those muscles who long believed they had retired, protest the injustice of being called forth on this chilly day.   They will scream at me tomorrow.

I hear the metal cutting through ice, a clean slice beneath my skate.  I remember this.  It was fun once.

A few more times around the rink and my confidence is growing.  I'm ignoring my son who has passed me a dozen times already, full of smiles and showmanship.





Just ahead I spot the pink of her coat.  Her Daddy holds her steady.  I coast from behind and  listen to the small raspy voice.  "Stay right there Dad.  Don't let me fall.  I don't want to fall, okay?  I'm gonna try this by m…