I know, it’s an odd beginning. Before the priest, before the hundred dollar bill, before the camp weekend, he was simply one of our new teens — a shorter, round-faced, sweet middle school boy. He came to youth group on Wednesday nights, the friend and neighbor of some teens. Brown hair, dimpled face with a…

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Creamy banana mash glistens from his dimpled cheeks and soft forehead, as he catches my eye. Zealously signing “More, more,” he pumps plump two-year-old hands together, while clenching a half-eaten banana. In delight, I kiss the top of my new nephew’s blond head and happily hand him bits of red pear. My scuffed cherry table-top…

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Photo credit to Josiah Mackenzie It wasn’t a proud moment. Huddling under blankets, I squeezed my eyes against the closet light, and buried further into muffled quiet. He dressed, searched for matching socks, and I grumbled at the interruptions to my nap. Soon, my man turned off the light and left the room. Grabbing my…

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Courtesy of HubbleSite Photo Link It’s not fresh, this rain puddle-y mug of coffee. But I’m feeling frugal and tired, so I slide last night’s forgotten zucchini out of the microwave and slip in this mug to reheat old coffee. It’s acrid from too much time on the hot burner and slightly stale, but I’m…

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“Mom, can you help me? I don’t know how a do this,” he says, tiny hands holding two halves of a blue plastic game board. Imploring eyes and a sweet round face melt me instantly. “I’d love to!” I smile, getting down on his level. I kiss his soft face, and slide together the blue…

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