The Kurtzs
by Lydia Webber
I can’t keep beginning every post of mine with “hi, i’m lost for words”. I’d like to blame it on my personality type. Any ISFJ’s out there penning novels? Please say no. I suppose what I’m always trying to get across is that I appreciate and care so much about you people! Words are not my love language. Writing is a stretch (ugh, essays). I’ll try to stop reminding you.
The Kurtzs are dear old friends (from my dear old Saskatoon) and I’m thankful they keep being friends with me. I’ve spent many moments in their bright home, often brimming with friends and appetizers and games and laughter. And they have a brand new Henry boy! I was so glad to stop in for some pictures.













