just a little stardust
Because some people have been asking . . . Jacob’s Song ♥
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Because some people have been asking . . . Jacob’s Song ♥
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*cue violins* Today marks one week since I entered this intimate relationship, yet it seems like we’ve been together much longer. How can something outside oneself become part of the very fabric of one’s being in such a short time? Ah, but therein lies the power of microbial persuasion. To tell you the truth, I
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Jacob and I spent Saturday in Dallas at a Friends of Hope Day Camp for brain injury survivors, sponsored by Baylor Rehab. Jacob attended as a camper. I’d agreed to speak and sing. When we arrived I looked at the schedule. They’d given me the last thirty minutes. Public speaking is supposedly one of the
I was sitting in the den reading a book when the phone rang a few minutes ago. The caller ID said Out of Area. The number had a 703 area code. I couldn’t place it. Probably just a telemarketer, I thought. I waited and let the machine pick up. Loud, distorted music blared from the
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Last week George sat at the dining room table and created a black-ink-and-colored-pencil birthday card for his mom. When I glanced over his shoulder at the lettering and layout, a whole herd of good memories stampeded through my brain. Way back when, George used to draw and paint a lot. Mostly ink and watercolor or
Today after church I gathered music charts from the various stands and joined George, who stood talking with one of the elders. George turned to me and grinned. “I just volunteered you for something this afternoon.” “Oh, really? What’s that?” The elder also smiled. “I can’t reach the guy who said he’d hold a worship
Grace posted some pictures from her Europe trip. They’re amazing. You can see them HERE! She will be posting more in a couple of weeks, so check again if you’re interested.
Wednesday afternoon on our way home, Grace and I stopped by Baylor Institute of Rehabilitation in downtown Dallas. I knew exactly where to park, where the elevators were, and how to get around. It was all familiar territory, because we spent most of the summer of 1996 on BIR’s third floor with Jacob. But this
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I’m in Dallas waiting to meet Grace at the airport tomorrow when she returns from her two-month European jaunt. I can’t wait to see her! But that’s not the reason I’m here a day early. I arrived Friday afternoon to attend a reunion celebrating the 40th anniversary of my high school. Everyone who graduated from
The ACFW conference in Nashville ended Sunday afternoon. I pulled into my driveway around 9:30 PM Monday night, and I still haven’t managed to corral my thoughts into any semblance of coherence. Lots of fun, exciting, great stuff happened there. I promise I’ll introduce you to the awesome people I met and regale you with
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