A few years ago, my husband and I tried an experiment. We used Sunday lunch as a time to be with folks we’d previously known only from brief meetings or crowded events. It was fantastic. One of those things where you hope to bless someone, but the idea gets jumbled up and you end up with warm fuzzies, instead. I cannot wait to have a big dining room table in time (we’re in the small apartment phase of our life), and spend evenings over a stout soup tureen, loaves of fresh bread, and the honest faces of friends. Or how about homemade ice cream alongside stove-percolated espresso drinks-o’-love? In the meantime, here’s my version of keeping up with family and friends across the miles. Decaf, nonfat, no sugar, no calories. Sorry ’bout that.
If yours is not a face I already know, thank you for passing through. I’m the wife of a scientist-in-training high-school sweetheart, the mother of two young brothers — one mild and considerate, one born ready to tackle the world. I love stories. I hope to share many. And I hope I get to hear yours!
~Emily
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