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Staying Planted


 We've made it to our first intentional destination, the driveway of our friends Dave and Laurie. In 2021 they will celebrate their 30 year anniversary, we were in/at that wedding. The theme was Household of Faith, I sang (nervously) the song of the same title as two families became one. Two kids became four and their household became full, not only of faith, but of life, love, joy and the activity of a neighborhood teaming with teenagers inventing games that scaled the neighborhood and city hall across the street.

We're on our journey, we have shared this journey, our lives with these right here and we are going to pause right here and stay planted for awhile. We will make new memories and remember the stories not only of our shared past, but also the stories we have lived while being apart. These stories are rich and include our son's and daughters who are busy living theirs with grandkids who now fill their houses with laughter and made up games.

This is Laurie's mom, Barbara, she is an incredible woman who plays the baby grand piano and has a laugh that is so infectious. She is a dog lover along with every other living creature that lives in the beautiful backyard she shares with Dave and Laurie, where she sits to watch the lives of butterflies, bees and a pond teaming with goldfish.

We are being still and we are living in this moment with these people, precious friends put in our lives long ago by a loving Father.






Staying Planted....for now




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  1. KATHLEENOctober 19, 2020 at 6:47 AM

    May our Lord be a lamp unto thy feet. May He lower the road before you!
    I will share a recollection of being baptized in the pool of Steve and Michelle Puailoa with Bing 1988 I believe and coming out of the water with Debbie’s angelic voice sing Amazing Grace. So happy to hear your blogging and enjoying the company of those you love!

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