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After Rob died, I gave away almost all of my big dishes. Why did I need that ginormous casserole dish or that punch bowl? I couldn’t imagine hosting parties ever again. Why did I need a stock pot? My days of soup dinners with a houseful of friends were now just memories.

In a small village in Malawi, families come to this well to draw clean water. When they do, they meet my sweet husband Rob in the words above the spigot. Rob loved the red dirt mountain beauty of Malawi. He’d be so happy to see this little girl’s smile.

Summer is ending, and we’re all a little wistful up in these parts. The season feels so short here in New England that we want to drink in every last moment before autumn comes. The air is chilly and a bunch of high schoolers crowd around the fire pit in our backyard because you actually want to be warm tonight. Yes, fall will soon be here.

This is not the life I ever would have asked for, but it’s becoming a life I can love.

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