Month: January 2016

The Boyfriend

125HIn general one might think that it is a bad idea to write a blog post about an ex-boyfriend, and I would usually agree with that. However, in this case I will make an exception, because of the person that he is and the things I have learned along the way.

I preface this by saying that my husband has read this and has given me permission to post it. And the man in question has also agreed that I could share this with you. So you are safe to read on. Even though the majority of people who will first read this post will know exactly who I am talking about (my list of boyfriends is pretty short), for the purpose of this story, I shall call him “Steve.”

P.S. The picture above is not him. It just seemed like a good boyfriend picture. Ha!

It Was the 90’s

I grew up in the 90’s. The age of Beverly Hills 90210. And what was more important to a teenage girl than to have a boyfriend? At age 15 I set my sights on an unsuspecting chap from my youth group. He was funny and kind to everyone. He noticed me, which is important for a shy wallflower. We built a friendship, and then our dating relationship started – get this – with a note passed in youth group. That’s right. We were so mature!

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The Fisherman



Kjeseth 8 [523330]There are moments that change the course of the rest of your life. Sometimes you aren’t even present when those moments come. Moments that change the DNA of your family. One such moment came with a fishing trip, an invitation, and Ted.

A gruff cement worker, wrinkled and ornery, with kind and mischievous eyes, Ted had a deep understanding that he had been saved from much. He came from a hard life, much of which he had created himself. He didn’t express his emotions; he didn’t hug; he didn’t have a problem telling you what was wrong with you. But he loved God, and showed it through many acts of service.

The Fishing Trip

When I was 9 years old, my father went on a fishing trip with a good friend. A group of men traveled to Canada, and set out each morning in boats, two by two. They were there to catch “the big one.” Little did my dad know that Ted had in mind a different kind of catch. Continue reading

The Surrogate

kimmie and parents

And They Meet

The first thing I remember about my sister-in-law Kimmie was from my brother. One of his friends told me, “Phil had a date!” This was NOT an everyday occurrence. We are not a super communicative family, so I expect to be in the dark about these things. Of course, I called Phil immediately to get the dish.

“She has the most beautiful eyes,” he told me. I knew at that moment that he was toast!

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Kimmie & Phil

Phil arranged for me to meet Kimmie for the first time at Benihana with some mutual friends – as a buffer, I think, in case we didn’t get along. He was very smart about that. Yummy food and fun friends put me in a good mood. Not that I needed to be in a good mood to love Kimmie.

And Phil was right. She had beautiful eyes. And I was right. He was toast. Or better put, he had found his soulmate.

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