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2004-01-18 + 7:18 p.m. Lizzie was doing my hair last night after an evening of shopping, smoothies, and more smoothies. And we were talking about the kind of man we'd like to marry. She mentioned that the man in question had to love God more than he loved her. And for the briefest moment, I felt the smallest little pang...something I thought long dead. (It's been months since I've felt anything like that). So strange that something like that made me think of it. Huh. |