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33 things to 33
I was 25 when I met one of my dearest friends – she had a few more years on me and plenty more experience. She once told me that her thirties had been her best years yet and a time when she began to stop caring so much about what others thought of her. My gosh, to think back on that age when I knew so little and cared way too much. Eight years ago, when my girlfriend shared her heart with me, I was so young and inexperienced. I thought I knew it all – I thought I had the wisdom and understanding to tell the world how it…
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Waiting on the Green Light
Good stories take time to unfold, like bad storms need time to weather. It’s scary, though, isn’t it? Waiting for the pages of your book to write themselves. Waiting out the storm. Waiting for all the stars to align. Waiting on the green light. We spent 6 months in that place, though truthfully, I think we spend a lifetime here. But for this particular season, we waited 6 months for God to say go. To turn the light on and free us from the dark. There was so much promise here, but we didn’t see it then. Because the waiting is dark and lonely and I had all these questions.…
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When Grief Shows Up At the Beach
My husband is a quiet, humble man; never quick to share what’s on his mind. It’s an eminence of his character that I fell in love with, but it also a trait that leaves me feeling isolated at times. So, when we were laying in the sand underneath the hot Florida sun while on vacation two weeks ago, I was caught off guard when he announced that he wished his sons were here with us. I laid there for a second trying to process those words. I didn’t have time to though because he quickly added to his declaration telling me that as he watched the dads playing catch with…
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Our Love Story
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When What You Have Is Finally Enough
This bedroom has served many purposes in its short time of housing us. It was Addison’s bedroom when we first moved in, the walls once covered in tall flower decals much suited for a 3-year-old. When I finally became pregnant with Brody 3 years later, my husband and I decided to move Addie into the playroom where she’d have access to the attic that would eventually become her playroom. My husband worked hard on making Addie’s new room fit our then 6 year old’s standards. The closet he built her was one that we envied, and he painted her room the perfect teal blue to match all her room décor…