Puddles of Blossoms, Revised

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On a whim I submitted a variation of this post to Segullah and they'd like to put it up in the next few weeks(!). I'll let you know when. Thanks for all of your sweet, wise comments.

Comments

eden said…
again - i *love* your posts about sam. they are so beautiful. i wish i knew him better! you're amazing dej. and so is sam. i'm sure you're a powerful couple and will only become more so.

love you!
April 26, 2010 at 10:57 PM
Bryson and Tara said…
What beautiful thoughts. Sam sounds like such an incredible husband. I'm so glad you have each other.
April 27, 2010 at 12:40 AM
Amara said…
I just read an article in the BYU alumni magazine about teaching our kids tolerance that was right up this alley. I looked for the link and couldn't find it. Maybe it was only in print. I think there is always going to be some fear and apprehension in this area ---maybe people are extra defensive when they're a little unsure of things themselves? Anyway you are "laying the foundation of a great work". We love both of you and are behind you 100%
April 27, 2010 at 10:49 AM
Mike and Emily said…
I love that you both have this unique way to sacrifice and love one another. It's really beautiful! Love to you both.
April 27, 2010 at 12:24 PM
Reba said…
gorgeous. i'm sure i could do better at supporting my own husband spiritually and we're of the same faith. what a good reminder
April 27, 2010 at 4:47 PM
belann said…
Sounds like the beginnings of a meaningful article (book?) on the subject. Very moving.
April 27, 2010 at 10:47 PM
kathy w. said…
I'm glad you have Sam. And that he has you.
April 28, 2010 at 6:25 PM
Terry Earley said…
I enjoyed reading this. It is wonderful how a relationship grows and deepens.

Yeah Eboo! One of my all-time heroes.
April 29, 2010 at 7:49 AM
Annie said…
It is amazing how marriage can make you a better person and teach you so much if you are selfless enough.

This was a beautiful post.
April 29, 2010 at 11:00 AM
Unknown said…
hmmm...makes me kinda think about my marrying a cattle man when I grew up vegetarian :) I am learning to support him in his meatiness too.
-Kira
April 30, 2010 at 9:37 AM
Elise said…
I've been thinking about this post a lot. I really appreciate it, Deja. I know this sounds weird, but the level of vulnerability you describe terrifies me. And so I'm impressed. And inspired.

Thank you.
April 30, 2010 at 10:30 AM
Reba said…
YAY! I really like Segullah and this will be beautiful there. Congrats
May 8, 2010 at 7:05 AM
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