It all started with re-reading old chats and e-mails from Aaron’s and my courtship and engagement days… It was fun and brought back many lovely memories from that hard but beautiful time.
But then the next day, between the into-everything toddler and the fussy baby
In many ways, it feels like each of us are writing to “the girls we used to be.”
But we don’t want to be always looking back.
And that means getting to know you better—who you are now, not who we were at your age.
It was the week before Thanksgiving. I was taking advantage of the sales to finish my Christmas shopping. It was one of my first attempts at shopping alone with two little girls in tow. The aisles of boutique shops are rarely wide enough for two people to stand side by side, let alone for a…
Ten years ago last night I was dancing by torchlight at my best friend’s wedding. A slender crescent moon, ‘like to a silver bow, new-bent in heaven’ smiled down on our festivities, and in the center of our merry circle was my beloved friend, the bride, the queen of the party. I remember how she…
