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.
that’s our song
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in praise of (ironed) shirts
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.
so here’s to Katie
Today I wish for you wisdom for and peace in each trial, because I’m sure we still have a few left. And I wish for you greater joy in knowing and doing the will of God, whose grace has sustained us all these years. And I wish you a happy birthday. And many more.
Happy birthday Katie
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
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