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Silver Linings
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Silver Linings

Mar 26, 2015 by

I found some silver hairs recently.  I mean, maybe  there were five, but they were definitely shiny silver in color.  One for each family member, and maybe two this month for Susanna and her ear infection-turned-fuss-fest. I don’t know if all moms do this, but sometimes when I’m freaking out that I’m going to ruin my kids or scar them emotionally, I look back...

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Haupt Family Adaptation of “The Piano Man”
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It’s six o clock on a Friday night All of the family is here There’s a toddler coming towards me On her face is a smear.   Ben says, Mom can you play me Monopoly? I know that it’s a really long game, But I want Boardwalk and I’m willing to talk, If you think you might want to trade.   Sing us a...

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What I Want Her to Know About Cinderella
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Dear Abby, I watched you almost as much as the movie. Seven years old in your navy-and-white sundress, eyes full of the Hollywood glitter of Cinderella, you were entranced. I was, too. Hollywood does that to us, Abby. It transforms us to a delightful distraction from everyday life.  When I enter the bathroom after the credits, I always feel like I’m passing through a...

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Dear Self,
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Dear Self,

Mar 12, 2015 by

Dear Ashley in 10 years, The pictures are going to be adorable; they’ll break your heart just a little. Susanna toddling around with crazy hair and usually missing some key piece of clothing, Isaac with his baby-round cheeks and eyelashes for miles, five year old Ben–all legs, arms and wide grin, and of course, sweet-faced Abby, the quintessential innocent little girl. You’ll look at those pictures...

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Welcome Spring
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Welcome Spring

Mar 9, 2015 by

The earth stirs drowsily under her blanket of snow. Spring awakens. The air smells of renewal. The restless wind blows away the frigid air of stale winter along with all our frozen apathy. We find renewal, too. Holy Spirit, come. Selah. The waste places of our hearts are ice-damaged and ruined. Let the warm sun melt us into soft surrender. May the Lord repair our hardened clay; make...

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Dear Susanna,
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Dear Susanna,

Mar 2, 2015 by

Baby Girl, You’re fifteen months old now and changing so rapidly I feel the need to freeze you in this moment time, which I will attempt to do here.  My words paint your portrait so I can go back and look at you deeply, remember who you were as you emerged from infant life into toddlerhood, universal baby characteristics melting away to reveal personality....

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