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Wandering In The Thin Place

“Does your dad live there too?”

Its an ordinary question.  The pickle it puts me in has become ordinary too.  I can answer honestly – “My father passed away” – and put this stranger in the uncomfortable position of realizing he just innocently brought up far too intimate a subject for individuals who just met over a conference dinner.  Or I could simply answer, “Yes, he’s in Connecticut as well,” which, when I stop to think about it, wouldn’t really be a lie.  Because we did bury him in Connecticut and his physical body remains there now, fourteen years later. 

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Baptized

I have been baptized four times in my life.

The first time was in the Catholic Church.  I was under a year old and I don’t remember much about it.  I’ve seen the white gown I wore and a handful of pictures of my dad with incredible sideburns and a brown corduroy sport coat.  But I don’t remember the water or if there was music or what it was that my godparents (who I also don’t remember) promised to do. 

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American Love Story

I am a hopeless romantic.

I’ve spent a good bit of time trying in earnest to change this.  A trail of broken hearts, like bread crumbs, meanders its way through my past and should be enough to get someone to stop believing in love stories.

But not me.  My faith in love stories endures.

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Magic

I am not sure I have ever been so happy to see a human as I am when I see Claire waving frantically from the curbside of the airport in Richmond.  My happiness morphs into full-on joy when I realize she has Hope tucked into the backseat – my personal welcome home wagon. 

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My Tribe

“Kaity is coming to dinner!  I love Kaity!”  I am standing in the side yard but can hear his six year old voice bellowing through the kitchen and into the family room, out toward their front door.  As Hope and I head down the road to finish our walk before mealtime I can’t help but hoist my eyes upwards and smile. 

“Okay.  I get it.”

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