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Full Circle

This time last year I was just a few weeks away from learning that I had a miscarriage. We would have a four month old right now. Instead, I am going into the doctor weekly for non-stress tests in anticipation of baby number two's arrival. And it's been a roller coaster of emotions. When we learned that I was pregnant this time, I texted a group of my dear friends and asked for doctor recommendations. I absolutely love my doctor but...

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Grief

“There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you," Maya Angelou. I had a miscarriage in August. I have set out to blog about six times since my last post. Even perusing the drafts I've written is proof that it's been a struggle. Titles like "Lifeless" sit looming - half written and full of empty words. I've attempted to write about humorous or exciting things that have happened in my life because I really do acknowledge and appreciate them....

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Framily

Yes, I did just make up a word: Framily. It will be trending by Friday. In late July I found joy in spending time in Washington DC with friends who are more like family. I am one of the rare pastors' kids who got to spend a long time in one place. I grew up in a small lakeside town in Michigan, and I still maintain several relationships that I developed there. One of those relationships is with the Harrington clan....

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Breaking Bread

Tonight, I'm sitting in our sunroom with all the windows open, and I'm thinking about our summer. It was packed with meetings, surgeries, trips, and camps. But it was also packed with people. I loved every minute of youth group this summer. While our house will never be quite perfect enough for guests (I'm my mother's child), students came over almost every week this summer and played yard games and made s'mores. They don't count as guests because they'd probably...

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Ordained

Our lives have been absolute chaos lately. We've moved (a mile away) and have had several youth events since my last post. Camp. Camp. District Conference. Holland. A missions trip. And countless hours around bonfires with friends and students. And to top it all off, my husband got ordained in the Wesleyan Church almost a month ago. And while I can sit back and soak in what this day means, what it felt like to sit with friends and family and...

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Calm and Chaotic

It has been over a month since anything has been posted on Harris and Willow. Part of this is severe procrastination. But mostly I have been overwhelmed. In just a few short weeks, our friends moved, we've begun to move, and I'm prepping for (very minor) surgery tomorrow. As an obvious introvert, I have come to thrive in quiet moments when I can pour some iced coffee and dive into my writing. But this month Patrick and I have both been on the...

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Besties, Babies, and the Bridge

Alyssa insisted we do the shower today. I told her I wasn't ready, but all the guests told me this was the only day that could work. So we approached the cafe that I had never seen yet booked, a dark building with hardly any windows. They didn't close the cafe for us. Not only were we not alone, it was also the early bird special so the Q-Tip tour had packed it out. The walls and chairs were covered...

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Fear and Sadness and Skiing

Work was less of a success and more of a minute-by-minute juggling act one week last month. Most evenings had busy meetings or demanding commitments. Being an introvert and also fairly new to working again, I was in desperate need for alone time. I get energy from cozy blankets and quiet atmospheres - quite opposite of Patrick, who craves people and busyness. The movie "The Martian"? That will be my heaven. Jesus will be like "Here's your own planet. Holler...

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Still Waters

The other day, I was binging on all things Netflix including Friends. But because I know Matthew Perry’s lines better than him, my mind started to wander to other light-hearted and hilarious things. You know – like the future. Oh wait. Wrong H word. Hellish. I meant hellish things. Health. Student Loans. Children. Career Goals. Writing. Ministry. And I started to get a little angry. Sometimes I feel like Patrick and I are at a standstill. We strive to be good...

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Lonny

(Photo credit: Cara Dee Photography) My uncle was just as much a part of my life as my aunt was. He'd brave freezing cold Lake Huron with me when everyone else sat on the shore. He cheered on my dance recitals and plays just as much as the rest of my family. He'd take my brother and me to county fairs and even hauled a ginormous red stuffed dog home from Florida because my brother won it fair and square and...

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