My husband can truly fix anything.
He has an engineering degree and a Masters in business administration.
But at the core of this man is a woodworker and a repair man.

I don’t say that lightly.
I am terribly spoiled.
In thirty years of marriage, I can count on one hand the times we have had to hire someone to repair something for us.

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There it was.
I found it at the dollar store near the flower stems and the artificial fruit and vegetables.

I had been looking for this for quite a while.
It was for my oldest daughter.

…an onion.

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We have all done it. We are annoyed at someone in our family…we are speaking our mind…our tone is not pleasant…we are mad about something that seems terribly important at the moment…then the phone rings.

Suddenly, from some reservoir within us, niceties spring forth…tones become sweeter.
The caller has no idea of what has just transpired seconds before.

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I remember watching my (then) three year old daughter approach the box.

She has done this a thousand times before. She will transform her world countless times and be everything from a princess to a Mommy just by reaching inside. She opens the lid and out comes the perfect hat, the old high heel shoes, the fancy gloves.

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I was in my own little world as I walked through the store. It was one of those wool gathering days and browsing seemed to fit perfectly into that rhythm.

I passed a young woman I thought I had recognized. We looked at each other and realized that we had met in a Bible study years ago. She was pushing a stroller with her young child inside. We engaged in small talk and tried to catch up. I had never met her little girl…who was trying desperately to get out and explore the racks of clothes…the perfect hiding spot.

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