To say that Curtis and Grace’s wedding was “perfect” is not to say it was without its mishaps. But sometimes the unplanned aspects of major life events vastly increase their charm and rank among our most endearing memories. Such is the case with the little flowers. If you watched the professional photographer’s slide show, you […]
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Here’s a slide show Josie, the photographer, sent of selected shots from the day. Click “gallery” and then “Grace & Curtis.” Just for fun Josie also set up a “photo booth” beside the picnic shelter, with a remote clicker so guests could pose and snap photos throughout the day. Here are the very humorous results.
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My sisters and I took these photos. When the official photographer sends me a link to hers, I’ll post it here. Meanwhile, enjoy this foretaste!
If you looked at the pictures from Curtis and Grace’s reception, you saw one of Jacob gently kissing the head of a sleeping baby, Lawson Jacob Grubbs. His mother, Natalie, is fighting tears in the photo. It’s a touching scene, but it’s so much more than that. I want you to know the whole story.
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Wow. The past two weeks have been crazy. But in a good way. On Monday, August 6th, George, Jacob, Luke and I flew to Seattle for JUBILEE’s CD release party. It was amazing! A standing-room-only crowd filled The Triple Door, one of Seattle’s coolest music venues. I wrote about the evening on The Master’s Artist.
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Today is George’s and my twenty-seventh anniversary. To celebrate we’ll be leaving in less than an hour for an exotic vacation in (drum roll please) Fort Worth, Texas! Woo-hooo! First stop will be UT Arlington’s art gallery. Our friend, Adam Werner, is graduating with a degree in painting, and we’re going to see his exhibit.
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(One day early, and with sincere apologies to Elizabeth Barrett Browning) To count the ways I love thee Will take a little time (Especially since I’ve set my sights On counting them in rhyme) It started many years ago With feelings set to song– Our hearts were young and innocent, Our hair was rather long.
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I’m home again. Arrived yesterday after almost a week at Mount Hermon Christian Writers Conference in California. More about that in a minute. I didn’t sleep much while I was away, so I’m playing catch up. Last night around 11:00 PM I tossed the decorative pillows off my bed ready to dive into dreamland, but
*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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