End of February (finally)
The torte was good. The satisfaction of winning the bid was fun. Having friends to share it with was the best.
Hard to Find
[So, by way of prologue, this post is maybe a little different than my norm -- maybe a little more personal, maybe a little more in-depth, and maybe not something I would bother posting on my blog if life was different and more friends could have already observed for themselves the underlying themes of what I'm about to say. One of the tricky parts of a long distance relationship is figuring out how to honor the relationship and let it be a reality even when most people can't see what's going on in it.]
It's a confounding thing to me when I simply can't find the words to even begin to express what's in my heart. Yet that's where I've been for months, my mind full of different ways to begin but with no idea what to say in the middle or at the end, because it feels to me that there aren't enough words in the world for this story.
Let me begin here: When I was a child, I loved Little Pilgrim's Progress with a vast and fierce love. My parents bou…
It's a confounding thing to me when I simply can't find the words to even begin to express what's in my heart. Yet that's where I've been for months, my mind full of different ways to begin but with no idea what to say in the middle or at the end, because it feels to me that there aren't enough words in the world for this story.
Let me begin here: When I was a child, I loved Little Pilgrim's Progress with a vast and fierce love. My parents bou…
maple walnut?
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