February Cooking with Hellofresh

One of our first dates together was cooking a meal at home. Neither of us had much cooking experience at the time, so we decided on a nice, simple pasta recipe. As fragrant smells of basil and tomato sauce filled the kitchen, Michael decided that the recipe didn’t include enough sausage. He heroically took it upon…

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January’s Mount Laguna Hike

Our year of dates idea was such a hit with us that we decided to continue with the tradition into this year as well. I successfully deceived Michael into thinking that I was too lazy to plan a whole year’s worth of dates again, so when he opened that special box for Christmas and saw the…

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The Art of Communication

Before Michael and I got married, one of our premarital discussions revolved around how to create our own family culture. Together, we brainstormed different “traditions” we’d like to incorporate into our marriage. One of these was a regular family meeting, a practice which we hoped would keep our lines of communication open and free. It would be a…

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October’s Return to Childhood

Knowing that I love legos, Tiffany got us tickets to Legoland California for our October date!  I’ve liked playing with Lego since I have a kid, but I’ve never been to Legoland, even though we’ve lived in San Diego for so long. I still remember placing medieval knights on their castle and firing the canon on…

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Anniversaries: Why We Celebrate Them

In a world so fascinated by the horrors and tragedies of human fallenness, I often find myself searching desperately for things to celebrate, to remind myself that in the midst of darkness, there is hope, there is light.

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March’s Stroll Down Memory Lane

After having a well-planned and executed February date, March’s date was rather disorganized by comparison. Perhaps we shouldn’t ever leave the comfort of our own home after all. That, or we need to do more planning before we go on our dates.

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On Spring, Love, and Healing

He found me on the eve of spring, on the periphery straddling the hours between night and morn, a time when timid lips speak words from the heart, spilled over, cascading past propriety, but awash with tender, awkward realness.

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