kim
in line at the post office on a cold, snowy saturday. at least there was something cheerful to look at.
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erin
i remembered waiting for my dad to finish stringing the lights. and how when we were first married, i always had to buy more.
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amisha
the moment when rain turns to snow: softness.
the warmth of the diner.
off-key, but so enthusiastic. the platform was almost empty.
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emily
she came to breakfast in her bathing suit. he wore fuzzy jeans again. they played outside for hours - building a snowman, a fort. i warmed soup for a late lunch.
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sarah r.
our extended fall is over. winter has returned to minnesota.
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melissa f.
sam and i went to the grocery store and saw dozens of santas waiting at the max stop. the two of us were single minded about our christmas crafting today.
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sarah h.
the reading pulled a unexpected string of sorrow from within me. letting it go feels like i've untangled a bit of something that has been stuck for ages.
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andrea
frost on the window. freezing fog. pretty. but i still wish it would snow instead.
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molly w.
if i were half as good at relaxing as he is, things would be a lot easier sometimes.
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claire
molly's right. it is better on the third day.
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leya
funny thing is: I really don't mind cleaning up after he makes one of his big, and sometimes surprisingly messy breakfasts.
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molly
i often wonder how this will translate in her teenage years.
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Grace
my sister was so beautiful tonight; she's such an amazing mama.
