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My father sold space when I was small. I couldn’t comprehend pharmaceutical advertising, and I told my little friends he was a “space man.” What mattered was that his calling carried him great distances. He came home with love offerings: a San Diego Zoo sweatshirt with a bear that squeaked when squeezed, or an otter mother-and-baby made from the ash of Mt. St. Helens. No bauble was more exotic than Turtle Bull. A Lifelong Love for Turtle Bull Crossing the universe in Dad’s pocket, Turtle Bull was an ivory individual the size of a walnut, all the more exquisite for arriving in a red silk pouch. Dad found him in Chinatown and chose him for his smile, a gaudy grin familiar to

When we first start dating someone, we pay more attention to how we are perceived and how we carry ourselves. Our makeup is done, our hair is brushed and our legs are shaved. We use proper manners at dinner and try to hide the snort when we laugh. As we grow in comfort with our boyfriend, we make messy buns our go-to and a burp or two might slip out. When that relationship enters the marriage phase, all bets are off. Bathroom doors aren’t always closed. Morning breath is a regular occurrence. And the veil of propriety is lifted away to show our true authentic self. A lot of times we tend to treat our time with Christ as those first days