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Happy Birthday, Hubs!

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To the man who chose to wrestle with his boys on a very early Sunday morning instead of taking the chance to sleep in on his special day, I love you.

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To the man who has given his sons big shoes to fill but will be an encouragement to them all along the way, I love you.

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To the man who leads his family with integrity and pride, I love you.

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To the man who picked me to be his bride and chooses to love me every single day in the best way you know how ~

H A P P Y  B I R T H D A Y

7 Years

Engagement photo in Las Vegas, NV ~ October 2004

When I look at this photo and many others like it, I smile. And then I shake my head in wonder at all that lay before us after the photo.

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Wedding Reception ~ November 6, 2004

I think of how awesome it is that we still have a blast together, no matter what we’re doing, no matter if someone’s crying or screaming their head off, no matter if there’s milk on the floor, or cake on our face.

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English Breakfast Hot Chocolate time

“Mom, I think it’s a good afternoon to have some hot chocolate.”

I love it when I can wholeheartedly say “Yes! I think that’s a great idea!” to my boys.

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It was a colder than usual afternoon. The skies looked like they might bring us some rain. Yes, a perfect day for hot chocolate…and a cup of English Breakfast tea for myself!

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I have no doubt that we will be sharing our hot cups of yumminess many afternoons this winter.

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“Hole” thoughts

For the past few weeks I’ve been reading “The Hole in Our Gospel” as part of a series we are doing at our church. Whether you consider yourself “religious”, “spiritual” or none of the above, I believe this book and others like it is important to read. Poverty, most especially the challenges that Africa as a whole continues to face, is a human problem, not a problem that only particular churches or governments or celebrities should be doing something about.

The older I get (and yes, I really can say that, trust me), the more I am surprised at the things I thought “always were” when it comes to our world. Growing up in the 70s and 80s, it was quite common to see the poor on my television screen as part of the campaigns to fight hunger and poverty in third-world countries. Graphic photos of starving children or families living in nothing but cardboard were disturbing but even as a child I just don’t remember the images shaking me to the core.

The summer before my sophomore year of high school I had the opportunity to spend a week in Mexico as part of a youth mission trip. It was the first time I had seen with my own eyes an entire community of people literally living in cardboard houses. No running water. No electricity. Hot. Dirty. Smiles. That’s what I remember about that trip, for the most part. Not a lot of dark, dreadful feelings but rather being surprised at the way these people lived and acted about their living situation. Again, I did not come away from that experience with a surging “I need to DO something!” feeling about how drastically different they were living in comparison to my life.

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The Vomit Chronicles

From a very young age, I can remember never taking issue with having to vomit. Whether it was spewing on the side of the road while walking home on a hot summer day with a frozen lemonade in a cup or having that sixth sense that my brother was gonna hurl in about 5 seconds while on vacation in someone else’s very borrowed, very new car, I just don’t mind it at all.

It wasn’t until about 5 years ago that I heard a member of my family mention that they never upchuck in the toilet. Huh? This person said they puke in a bathtub or a sink. That made no sense to me then and as of tonight, I am still stuck to my ways. I’m a toilet girl, through and through!

Throwing up nearly always made me feel better, so why would I try to control all that’s going on in my gut and not let it be free? Not let it out?

Once I hit my college-age years, vomiting became a subject of interest. No, I wasn’t a big partier and the one time I intentionally got blasted drunk I didn’t even throw up the next day. Felt sicker than a dog all day and swore I would never do that again, but I did not puke. An episode of Seinfeld was about just that: vomit. Apparently Jerry had never thrown up in his entire life and he wasn’t about to start as an adult. Elaine, of course, thought that was the stupidest thing she had ever heard, which is pretty much what I would have said to him as well! I think the episode ended with Jerry finding a hair in something and that triggered his first visit to the toilet on his knees. I distinctly remember watching that episode and thinking, “There’s people out there who don’t throw up??”

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