Author: daylerogers
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That Wouldn’t Have Been My Choice
They didn’t really want to be there. But where else could they have been? Teagan and Isley would have preferred being anywhere other than the soccer field. Neither were playing. Neither wanted to watch their sibs play. Since they’re not of an age to have a driver’s license or to stay home alone (ages 8…
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It Smells Like Something Died Back There
I didn’t think anyone would notice. I tried not to. My car. Little Beastie. I made her Little Stinky. I wanted to help out a friend who’d just had surgery, so I decided to take her a meal. A comfort meal of homemade chicken soup. The kind you simmer for hours, chop vegetables till your…
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The Downside of Dirty Laundry
When I make choices to engage in something bigger than the dailies–like a wedding–I’m fairly good about considering the consequences of those decisions. Not always. Our daughter’s wedding last weekend was a wonderful event that far exceeded expectations. The groom’s parents were incredibly helpful and generous. The weather became spectacular as the day progressed. Friends…
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Little Feetnotes
Isley made it down the aisle at Courtney’s wedding. Throwing lavender. Which she didn’t believe were flowers at all. (There are no petals!) She wore sparkly red shoes. No boots. When we arrived in Colorado for the wedding, Isley wasn’t keen on the boots her mom had packed. Being the flower girl, she didn’t think…
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It Never Gets Old
You’d think by our fifth wedding, I’d have some familiarity with routine. Expectations. What became abundantly clear was that, apart from that fact that a couple ended the evening as husband and wife, there are no givens. No guarantees. But a lot of fun. Our daughter, Courtney, married Michael Wickberg in an evening ceremony in…
Tip of My Iceberg 