Here’s where my story starts. Almost twelve years ago, my husband and I were sitting up in bed on a sunny, Sunday morning. The kids were blissfully and, unusually, asleep; it was a rare moment of quiet. And as we lay there, this man I loved with all my heart told me about a job….
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All the World’s a Stage
We have a Lego family that lives on our bookshelf. The boys and I created the custom mini-figures for my husband’s birthday last year. There, among my books, under a towering Lego Empire State Building, they stand in all their primary color, plastic haired glory. An expensive, brick-ed out representation of the four great loves of…
Wine and Cheese (Doodles) 