It’s foggy and chilly outside. I’m snuggled with my laptop and a hot mug of coffee and the scent of fresh-baked banana-nut muffins. I feel settled. Adam and I worked
It’s foggy and chilly outside. I’m snuggled with my laptop and a hot mug of coffee and the scent of fresh-baked banana-nut muffins. I feel settled. Adam and I worked
We are the grateful, we sing of your love We sing of your mercy We are the grateful, the grateful ones We are the grateful, we sing of your power
I love my small group girls. 🙂 No wife can be an island whilst she has such sweet friends. ~Dani Nichols, 2009
Saturday and Sunday, Adam and I volunteered at Global Weekend at Mariners. It was freeing, somehow, to be in a mass of noble, everyday people, pounding nails and hanging black
Happification Pronunciation: ˈha-pē-fication Function: adjective Etymology: Middle English, from hap, but more importantly, inspired by the crazy talk of Oz and used excessively by Dani Nichols Date: 14th century and
…is that it’s just so tough for me to grasp. Yesterday, Adam worked a little over 12 hours. I felt awful, baking muffins and sending out rejected resumes and writing
Rather than a lengthy preamble, here is a letter I sent to nearly everyone I know in the great state of California: Hi Friends – I’m not given to writing
For waking up next to the love of my life EVERY DAY. It’s like Christmas every morning! For pictures on Facebook For good, fresh-ground coffee every morning, made by my
Oh my everything. We’re married. No, seriously. Adam and I got married. Remember, the planning? The sparkles? The tumbly who got tied up in knots of butterflies? The hunting for
It’s 2 degrees outside. The menfolk are making sure the pump’s not freezing, fixing something or other with laughter and insulated gloves and a dog at their feet. The girls