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Welcome to my blog! It's a place of heart, humor, & hope. Like if we sat across from each other at a coffee shop and became friends. As you read these words, I promise to be real with you. I don't have all the answers, and it gets a little random over here at times, but I'd love to share this journey with you.
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Thirteen. My tiny sidekick, you’re officially a teenager. Somewhere along the way, I scooped you up and spun you around the room for the last time. You fixed one more meal for me in the play kitchen. Had a final play date with Barbie and her dream house. You grew too much to stand under my arm and measure how tall you were getting. I read aloud one more chapter in a funny voice. Played one last round of hide-n-go-seek. Sang a lullaby swan song. ⁣
Just a couple of tourists during Homecoming week 📷🌴🌺
Today was wild 🦒
It will probably surprise exactly zero of you to learn that I have been reflecting on 2022 recently. It is the Anna Way, after all.⁣⁣
When I woke up early on Christmas Eve morning, I grabbed my phone and checked the weather app. With the windchill, it was -1 degrees. That’s unheard of for my corner of the country.⁣
Jehovah-Jireh. The Lord will provide.⁣
Oh you know, just some Last Day of School fisticuffs with The Grinch.⁣
Recently, I visited my best friend and her newborn son while her husband had to be out for the evening, and I watched the baby while she got some things done. Although the baby was fed and dry and warm, he cried. So I tucked him in close to my heart and bounced and paced. From the door to the Christmas tree and back again. Step, step, step, step, turn. Repeat. ⁣⁣
Picture it: Faces caked in a paste of sweat and soil. Nails torn down to the quick. Scarred, calloused hands. Sore shoulders. Clothing that hadn’t been washed in days. Wooden staffs. Threadbare sandals. Everything ordinary on a sleepy night of silence and stars. ⁣⁣⁣
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