“dear mess,” the book begins, “why are we not better friends?” and so my heart is warmed, and i’m invited to play with my littlest. to dive once more (years into…
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my kitchen may be a mess, but our hearts are full from the laughter that rings through the house. sweetest of friends, enjoying the age-old art of baking – in…
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this post was written a couple months ago, as a journal entry of sorts. i’ve felt it was important to chronicle a season in our lives of much learning, much growing,…