How’s that for a title?! Did I scare most of you off or gain a few newbies out of curiosity? Welcome friends. I sit next to a lovely window here at Panera where a little girl leaves more of her muffin on the carpet than in her mouth and where a sweet older woman has been nursing her coffee waiting for a friend to join her. I love how she shifts her weight in her seat to look at the back entrance and then the front entrance hoping to catch sight of her expected guest. She does

Maybe it’s because snow days kept us kids from the long walk to the bus stop. Or perhaps it was the way that it made everything seem to stop and settle for a while with roads impassable and driveways covered. For whatever reason I have always always loved the snow. Hi friends. The month of February is chug-chugging along and here we are with more marriage mush than you want in a string of blog posts, but what can I say, I like a theme. I love sitting and talking with my FIL.

It’s the week friends. THE week. Did I leave the house to write with no less than TWO Valentine’s sweaters on? Why yes, yes I did. If you’re like me the events swirling around us make home and marriage and hot tea with the perfect ratio of cream and raw sugar seem so low on the totem pole that they almost don’t register at all. Good tea, good homes and good marriages just don’t seem like enough. I get it. But a candle in my kitchen window tells me another story. It reminds m

The snow quietly falls just outside the window once again and I’m not sorry about it. Hi friends. I greet you from Panera where the orange ginger tea is hot and lovely and the oatmeal cookie ain’t half bad either. Welcome to February where love just floats in the air and where we stick more things than should be hung on the walls and ceilings and especially make a big ‘ol deal each Friday. So in Good Friday-in-February-fashion I thought I’d leave you a marriage post each week