Cheer for the Home Team

I recently mused: A house is a roof over your head, but a home is so much more. To me, home is a very special word. It indicates a place of belonging, a place of love, a place of safety, a place of sacrifice, and a place of peace. A house is something you build…

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Live in the Light

Say the word house to yourself. Now say the word home. The words feel different, don’t they? A house is a roof over your head, but a home is so much more. To me, home is a very special word. It indicates a place of belonging, a place of love, a place of safety, a…

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Who will live within your walls?

To all the women out there who have chosen not to have children, I am writing to you as a wife and a mother. You may expect me to judge you, and to tell you what you have probably heard many times – that you are selfish or must not value family. It may be…

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Someday we will understand

I have a brother who is funny, kind, intelligent, musically gifted, a friend to all, and a very supportive and loving uncle and brother. He is someone I respect and love with all of my heart, and one with whom I share many happy, and hilarious, memories. He also happens to be openly gay. When…

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A Blissful Anniversary!

Today is a very special day. It is the one year anniversary of my first blog post. As I looked over my 47 posts from this past year, some were short, some were long, some were very long, and some were even longer than that.  Some tell many personal stories from my life. Some contain…

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If couples cleave, they won’t want to leave

An abridged version of this post can be found on familyshare.com. Cleave: To adhere firmly and closely or loyally and unwaveringly But from the beginning of the creation God made them male and female. For this cause shall a man leave his father and mother, and cleave to his wife; And they twain shall be one flesh: so…

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Bliss Within a Mess

The baby is hurt and cries for me. He runs to his fallen lunch plate, then tearfully reaches for me to hold him. I hug him, kiss his little face, and then gently place him on my lap and begin to rock. The big boy also wants to cuddle. I make room on my lap…

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