Peggy Tales

  So be happy with your wife and find your joy with the woman you married. Proverbs 5:18 - Good News Translation As a fresh-faced bride at the age of 19, I was determined to surprise my husband with one of his favorite snacks: pickled eggs. Little did I know, this well-intentioned endeavor would lead to a hilariously memorable mishap that still brings laughter after 44 years of marriage. It all began innocently enough. I had used up the last of the pickles for our supper and absentmindedly left the pickle juice sitting on the cabinet, planning to dispose of the jar later. That's when my husband, Butch, noticed the empty jar and exclaimed, "There's enough pickle juice for pickled eggs! I love them." Having never made pickled eggs before, my mind raced back to my teenage years spent at the skating rink, where a giant jar of pickled eggs always sat on the counter. Seeking guidance from Butch, I asked him how to make them. His instructions seemed straightforward ...

When you hear the phrase  “bouncing baby,”  what comes to mind? For many of us, it’s the image of a giggling child joyfully bouncing on the knee of a parent or grandparent. It’s a universal and heartwarming moment—filled with laughter, love, and just enough strain on the legs of the “horsey” to remind them they’re not as young as they used to be. But they don’t mind. They keep bouncing, because the joy on that little face is worth every second. That exchange—tired legs for giggles—becomes a quiet testament to the strength of love. But recently, I was reminded that not all bouncing babies are human. I live in a quiet, wonderful small town in Nebraska. Each day, I have the privilege of taking a 25-minute drive to and from work. That drive winds through the Nebraska countryside, which in springtime transforms into a natural nursery. Bulls, pigs, sheep, and cows dot the fields. And in the midst of it all—new life. Baby animals discovering the world for the very first time. Just la...