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December 10, 2018January 2, 2019 / Elizabeth

we live here announcement

P.S. If you enjoy reading the letters I post regularly to my daughters here on the website, I hope you’ll consider helping me spread the word about my most recent book project. It’s the second fifty letters in a tidy 180-page paperback. It makes a great Christmas present!

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The next 50 letters! Now available as a paperback on Amazon. (Click the image to purchase.)

Thanks for visiting, friends.

You can find some free digital print downloads under the “Sharing & Freebies” tab.

A great gift idea! This collection is coauthored with my husband. (Click on the photo to purchase on Amazon.)

Purchase the First 50 Letters as a paperback or Kindle book on Amazon!

This Sacramental Life: The First 50 Letters to My Daughters

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It’s not much, but as far as they’re concerned, there’s enough snow to play in. So we did the work of digging out the layers and snow pants and boots and puffy gloves. Because any snow is enough snow for them. Enough to enjoy. Enough to warrant a celebration. Enough. Which is really a metaphor for us grownups, you know. Because there’s enough of something outside your window. I promise. And inside it, too. It was 60 degrees on Sunday afternoon, by the way.
Anybody else think the light just looks different in November? Maybe it’s the liturgical calendar winding down. Or maybe it’s daylight savings or the tilt of the planet. Or maybe it’s just me. But, y’all, you know me, I like to think it’s a metaphor. Lean in. #handlettering #november #myrealmantle #light #thekingdomofGodislike #thislittlelightofmine
It is probably the case that if the President of the United States gives a rally 30 minutes from your house the night before an election, you best get yourself to the polls to vote in this very-important governors’ race. 👉🏼👉🏼👉🏼 “My mom and I and my big sister went to vote at the voting center. The end.” - my kindergartener, in a note she left for her dad #ivoted #ivoteforthem #theend #itssimplytuesday @pantsuitpolitics
Just practicing what I preach over here, etcetera.
Sometimes Love shows up in the middle of buttered toast—literally—and when fevers have sidelined your family all weekend, you recognize a miracle when you see it.

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