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Tag Archives: husbandface
Yes, it’s that time of year again when I get to be a little bit sickeningly gushing about my favourite and best. I get to remind you that we used to look like this (which as the years go on … Continue reading
Something is odd this year. I don’t feel the same need to jump into Christmas. Don’t get me wrong, the wonder of Immanuel is still strong in me and I’m eating clementines like there is no tomorrow. But I’m not … Continue reading
Another day. A fresh start. Christmas craft with the boys. Running with no fear of what I would return to when I got home. (I’m beginning to believe in this period of better health for husbandface.) Big grin on my … Continue reading
I’m in London. Wonder is found in the faces of old friends. In pottering around twisty London back streets admiring the architecture of this crazy place. In retreating to a safe place when it all got too much. There is … Continue reading
The wonder came this morning in the midst of a quiet Sunday before church, husbandface preparing lunch, the boys contentedly pottering around. It came in the 3 baptisms of people declaring loud that they felt accepted, known, loved and deeply … Continue reading
It’s Friday. The small ones are engrossed in tv and I’m in a positive kinda mood (must be that happy point of the month). I don’t think I’ve written anything since half term. November is moving by too fast. The … Continue reading