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Dancing in the Kitchen

The first thing Joseph does when he comes home from work or a trip is find me, pick me up, twirl me around, and give me a big kiss.  It doesn't matter what I'm doing or what I have in my hand, he will make me put everything down and hug him.  Knowing this, sometimes, when I see his van pull in, I run to find a hiding spot. Ofcourse he always finds me, and I always end up trying to run away and get caught and rewarded with a barrage of tickles and kisses.  Sometimes I run toward him, in very dramatic, cheesy movie fashion, and he sees it and starts running toward me in slow motion too. And sometimes, if Im making dinner while listening to music, he'll just come in and ask me to dance, and we'll dance to whatever is playing, and we'll talk about our day and gush on and on about how we missed each other all day.  Too mushy? Maybe. Corny? Perhaps. But it's what we do. Sometimes it's the only moment we have together all day. We both believe that it's our &qu…

Full Belly, Happy Heart


A lot of my memories of childhood revolve around food.  My mom is a great cook, not to mention fast.  She can be stirring a pot, basting a turkey, and rolling out pie dough seemingly simultaneously.  (This was ontop of raising 4 kids (us and 2 others she babysat), keeping the house always neat and tidy, and keeping herself looking great as well.)  She was the one who taught me to always have something on hand to make if company should show up. She showed me that a meal should have lots of color:  red tomatoes, green peppers, orange yams, yellow squash.  She gave me a love for different textures of food and for the possibilties that spices and herbs can open up.  I think mostly what I took away from all those years watching her cook, was the joy of making something that others will enjoy--a meal that not only fills up the belly but fills up the heart as it is shared with people.  It's amazing that even to this day, if I'm alone cooking something, the first thing I do is pic…

The Simple Life

Six months ago, Joseph spoke of possible putting the house up for rent and moving to a smaller place, mostly because even with the two of us working full-time, we were barely keeping our heads above water financially.  Immediately, my very practical, very organized, very structured right brain kicked in and screamed "Are you kidding?" while Joseph went on about how great it would be to rent it out to someone in need, help a family out, yadayadayada.  All I heard was "move..soon".  Ok, love, do you realize that I am a nanny and that my babies come to me? Where am I going to have room to watch children in a small place?  And where are we going to put 1500 square feet of stuff, plus 3 sheds full of tools, 2 big dogs, and a cat? I told Joseph that it was going to take me some time to warm up to the idea, but ofcourse he was already off telling the whole world that our house was for rent. What does a wife do at this point? Do I scream and kick and try to get my way? Do …

Lessons from the Supermarket

Joseph and I found ourselves in the supermarket, aggravated at the errands we still had to do, tired from a long day of work, frustrated at how slow things seemed to be moving. I am not a night person, so that exacerbated the problem. Joseph hates grocery shopping. But we wanted to just hang out with each other. It wasn't working very well. I told Joseph he could just wait in the car while I shopped. Then I complained about how I always had to accompany him on his shopping trips and he always made my life miserable on mine.  We found ourselves in the detergent aisle, arguing over something silly. And then as Joseph always does, he stopped everything, took my hands and pulled me toward him. I stiffened up and acted like I was mad at him; real mature I know. He put his arms around me, and in usual gentle Joseph fashion, told me that he just wanted to spend time with me. He didn't want to wait in the car, or go run some other errands while I shopped. He wanted to spend time with …

The Gazebo

I remember staring at those huge billboards with their impressive engagement rings and sigh and wonder when it would be my turn. I would envy the women who showed off their new engagement bling, or the ones who had been married for years, and whose husbands had upgraded to more diamonds for an anniversary. Joseph had just had his pay cut and his roommates had all lost their jobs within the span of a week. So I knew a shiny ring was out of the question for me, atleast for a while.

But this particular sunny October day I was not even thinking about rings. I was thinking about all the things that God was doing in the world, and how great it was to be alive on such a beautiful day. Joseph and I picked up some Chick-fil-a on the way to the park, and a few things began to happen that almost had me thinking this courtship might be over. Joseph seemed worried about something. He left me at the counter to pay and pick up all the bags of food and then to struggle with the double doors on my way …