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Merry Christmas. And Pictures.

I love Christmas. Sometimes I talk about Mary. Once, I talked about shepherds (one of my favorites). Two years ago, I told you about Second Son. Last year, I talked about how Christmas was hard. The kids watched a lot of television. I mentioned Jesus a few times … I think. Our advent activity/countdown boxes laid in a pile on the couch. There was no cookie making, no crafts, and maybe more than a few momma meltdowns. Daddy was half...

Reintegration: Where I tell you about oceans.

(If you are new here, my husband is a medevac pilot who just returned home from a 9 month deployment to Afghanistan.) He’s home now, and we are lying in the dark under the covers, me with my hand on his arm because we must be touching. And he’s right next to me, but there is an ocean between us while he tells me what he’s seen. I’m holding my breath to keep the tears quiet, but they slip fat and...

Finish Line

I was elbow deep in greasy dishwater one day this week and letting my eyes wander around this home we’ve made. In the moment, my gaze drifted upward to the music pages wreath perched above our oversized bookshelves with the embroidered “Huggins” slightly askew. It occured to me that it was the perfect picture of how I’ve felt over the past eight and a half months. A little off kilter, tipped off my center of gravity and scrambling for level ground....

Coming Home

I’m warming myself in the stain-glass and wood-panel glow of my childhood church. Wherever we wander, coming home inevitably means coming here. Today I’m lurking in the back row of the sanctuary during the Sunday school hour, soaking up the light. I hoard these precious seconds of alone time amid the whirling chaos of my three small humans. We made covenent promises here … On the glossy wooden stage, I slipped my hands into his, threading my heart to the Husband...

Hero … Part 1.

{Super late, of course, but linking up with Lisa Jo and the Five Minute Friday crew.} The soldier as hero narrative makes us uncomfortable, it does. But the gratitude comes often and expressive when he is in uniform. And because there is a generation of warriors who were spat on, dismissed, and discarded – we don’t throw away the thank yous.  And we say thank you in return, because really what else can you say, and I am easy with...