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Continue reading →: The Joy of a Good Memory
I used to have a really good memory – especially for the things I heard. I would remember details of a full conversation years later. It was a useful tool. It literally got me through college, because if I heard it in class, I could remember it for the test.…
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Continue reading →: The Joy of Shopping
Most boys just don’t love shopping. At least not the boys in my life. Noah, on the other hand, enjoys it a lot – with certain stipulations. When I was a teenager, I loved to shop. I would go to a mall with other teenage girls and we’d giggle as…
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Continue reading →: The Joy of Standing In Line
I was standing in line at Office Depot when I saw you. You were holding a hefty, little ball of sweetness. His head was laid against your shoulder, and I wrongly assumed he was sleeping. I don’t go to office depot much. Or ever really. I had taken my husband to…
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Continue reading →: The Joy of Waking Up
Over the last several years, I’ve become a big fan of Sam’s Club. Now listen all you Costco fans. I’d be a fan, too, if I had one near me. I do not. I shop at Sam’s until further notice. I love the pick-up. I order the things; Noah and…
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Continue reading →: The Joy of FriendshipOnce upon a time I had a bunch of friends. I’m not sure that I was a great friend, because I’m not sure I knew how to be one. When I was in elementary school, I had a best friend. I knew she was my best friend because she told…
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Continue reading →: The Joy of Braces
“Noah has an amazing smile.” It’s the most common statement about Noah. And he does. He smiles with his whole body. I’m pretty sure no one in the history of forever has put more into a smile than Noah has. And he uses that smile to communicate with the world.…
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Continue reading →: The Joy of Obnoxious Fans
“Have you ever yelled at an obnoxious fan in the stands?” It’s a question I have gotten quite a bit. You have to understand that when your hubby is one of the main offensive decision-makers, you are going to hear frequent complaints about the play calling. It doesn’t matter if…
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Continue reading →: The Joy of Sitting With Your People
When I go to a football game, or any other type event, I like to sit with the people I know and love. That seems kind of obvious right? “Did you see that hold?!” “What did that ref call?” “Who made that play – I couldn’t see his number?” These…
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Continue reading →: The Joy of a Loud, Offensive Noise
I hesitated to tell this story for, like, 10 seconds, because it is a little crass, and it involves Noah having a seizure. But It’s so classically “Noah” that I cannot help myself. Mom, if you keep reading past this point, don’t fuss at me. I warned you. You have…
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Continue reading →: The Joy of a Bumpy StomachI’ve pretty much resigned myself to wearing spanks for the rest of my life. I don’t wear them all the time, but if I’m dressing up or going somewhere nice. So the other day I’m getting ready to go somewhere, and I’ve got my undershirt on with my pants while…

