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It’s All In The Genes
He looks and feels like a giant stuffed animal. Looks can be deceiving. Walter Waffles Wickberg, better known as Wally, is a six-month old sheepadoodle. An old English sheepdog mixed with the calm and smarts of a poodle, he belongs to our daughter, Courtney, and her husband, Michael. He’s the child before the children actually…
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Mountain Highs Don’t Eliminate Messy Lows
Two months of reprieve from Orlando steam and sweat. My Rocky Mountain High has begun. I love the chance to switch things up a bit. The opportunity to move to Ft. Collins, Colorado for our summer assignment for two months is a gift. We’ve been doing this for years–before we were parents. Hauling the kids…
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The Sweet And Satisfying Silly
Nobody loves seeing a good thing come to an end. We anticipate endings of things we don’t like. Tolerate endings of things that were hard but good. Leaving behind people that have impacted our lives powerfully and well is bittersweet. The group I work with changes annually. Not easy. It’s going deep fast with with…
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Precious And Few Are The Things That Matter
I’m not much of a jewelry kind of gal, but I have a few pieces that I consider priceless. My engagement ring. John bought it from my uncle, a gifted jeweler, who created a simple setting that has been a reminder of how much I cherish my marriage. I’ve a sister ring that my little…
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