All together now.

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 Dave, the kids and I drove to my sister Lucy’s place late Saturday and spent the night.  We stayed up too late talking and laughing, telling stories and watching Lucy bake cookies.  Lucy makes the best cookies. 

Sunday was a great day.  The entire family: my mom and dad, all my siblings and theirs spouses, along with all 10 of our kids, spent the afternoon at Lucy’s.  We were together to celebrate the Confirmation of one of our nieces. 

We don’t get together enough, all are busy, and although we all live within 5 hours of each other(we are the furthest away, here in Madison), it is hard to find a time when everyone is free of commitments.  Work, kids, sports, church, all these things take a little piece of each of us. 

But for 2 hours on Sunday afternoon, the puzzle was complete.  The kids played outside, the adults talked and laughed and told stories.  We all ate cookies.  Every piece was filled in. 

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About Sandie

A little background: A mother of 3, two boys and a girl. Married young to a good man. No longer young, but he is still a good man. Grew up in the suburbs of Minneapolis, lived several years in small town Alaska, spent a couple years in the city of Madison, currently residing not too far from down town Anchorage. Drink a crazy amount of coffee. Fiercely loyal to my friends. Truly rabid in my defense of family. Beyond thankful that my God loves me enough to allow me to doubt and question.

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  1. No arguing? No fighting over who gets the front seat or the last piece of chicken? No cries of “are we there YET?” How do you all do it?

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