We don’t have a “song,” as common as that was in our day. No remembered glances across the room as the band played on. Music played no part in our courtship whatsoever. But we do have a story.
Cooking is something my dad taught me to do, and I enjoy it. It doesn’t seem helpful to divide our tasks into a list of things men or women do or don’t do because of their gender. Except for changing diapers, of course.
The joys of heaven will surely compensate for the sorrows of earth. Hush, hush, my doubts! death is but a narrow stream, and thou shalt soon have forded it. Time, how short—eternity, how long! Death, how brief—immortality, how endless! Methinks I even now eat of Eshcol's clusters, and sip of the well which is within… Continue reading Happy birthday Katie