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I'm Nadine. Thanks for stopping by. The floors are creaky, the kids are loud, but the door's always open and the coffee's always on.

Make yourself at home.

There's [Still] Something About Mary

I cried yesterday. Over a fictional man named George. (Yes, the tears are tradition.)

And then I read an old blog post — one I wrote mere weeks before meeting Matthew — about my love for Mary Bailey. And then I cried again.

It really is a wonderful life.

And last night, I felt like the richest gal in town.

A Grown-Up Wardrobe

YouTube Tuesday: Merry Christmas