love · Marriage · relationships · Uncategorized

Healthy Heaping of Love

During the Olympics, Mr. Engineer and I spent many evenings hibernating at home catching all the prime time sports we could. There was something super exhilarating about cheering on Team USA together. The fact that it only comes around every four years makes it an epic treat to be savored. We bite our nails during… Continue reading Healthy Heaping of Love

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Quiet is My Friend

“It’s okay to be happy with a calm life.” This is a quote that I posted on Facebook almost a year ago. It sounds good and pretty and zen, but it doesn’t feel all the way true. But it’s getting truer. My word for this year is quiet. Ironically, I’ve kept pretty quiet about this.… Continue reading Quiet is My Friend

faith · Letting Go · Uncategorized

Our Story

The day began like any other. Kisses goodbye, eating breakfast and then, a phone call. “My car engine exploded and I need you to come get me.” Word of advice to husbands: use the word explosion with caution. I quickly grabbed my keys from the hook by the door and with a lot of jangling,… Continue reading Our Story

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Walking, Not Running

My fondest memories begin with a walk. My mother is a walker through and through. I think I inherited my deep love affair with long walks from her. My short legs couldn’t keep up with her as a child so I used to ride my bike to keep up; long, wild hair poking out of… Continue reading Walking, Not Running

Time with God · Uncategorized · words

Quiet

40 days doesn’t seem like a long time unless you are giving something up. I was a newcomer to Lent. The word was familiar, but the biggest association I had with it was selling a lot of fish sandwiches at Arby’s (high school job) during this season. That didn’t give me a lot of perspective… Continue reading Quiet

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Love Notes

I knew what the mail truck sounded like growing up. The familiar sound of that small, magical truck starting and stopping at each mailbox and the ‘thwack’ of the red flag going back into its resting position. My room faced the mailbox so at the faintest hint of those sounds I could peek out my window to… Continue reading Love Notes