Matthew brought home a new phrase a while back, from old Scotland. “Hurkle durkle,” he said. “It means to lie in bed, without guilt, long past time to get up.” This has now become a common expression in our home. It didn’t help when I put a new cozy blanket on the bed. It is…
When you think of the perils of living in Montana, you imagine blizzards, hypothermia, or Glacier Park’s Night of the Grizzlies. But there is a more subtle danger that occurs in the spring. No lines. Snow and muck and plows work against the roads for weeks on end, until one day everything melts, and we…
I stirred in bed, because my throat hurt. His hand reached out and rested on my shoulder. If I am restless in the night, always the weight of his hand finds me. “Rest, baby,” he says to me with a gentle touch. Strong hands. When our daughter was little, every night her daddy went into…
My young nephew tipped his head back in his car seat, and in the whiniest voice said, “I’m getting sleepy!” Cracked me up. Until the Lord said to me, “Yeah, exactly how you’ve sounded all week.” Oh. I’m embarrassed at how often I reverted to my inner 5-year-old last week. Whiny about money. Whiny about…
I suggested to both moms that perhaps going in on an E-reader would be the perfect gift for Matt’s birthday this November. So I could have my Kindle back, for Pete’s sake. They gave in, and I was able to buy a novel for my Kindle this Thanksgiving break, with the lofty goal of reading…
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