Dear Twenty-Two, Look at you, so flush with love and naivety in your crinoline and Scarlett O’Hara curls. Wedding day dress up. But you don’t know, twenty-two, what I know now. Thirty-seven and fifteen years later. You don’t know anything about marriage or motherhood or making every moment count. You don’t know about mortgages and… Continue reading Dear Twenty-Two (a lesson in marriage)
We went to bed at eight o’clock Sunday night. Not for any reason other than I’d already been in bed all day battling flu-like symptoms no doubt shared with me by my flu-ridden preschooler. We’ve been married fifteen years this summer and while the romance is plenty alive, there’s also many a time we go… Continue reading What Romance Really Isn’t
I’ve been skirting around the proclamation for over a month. Dancing around the possibility for a few years. Making peace with the decision since we decided to jump the county line. Yes, we are homeschooling this year. Never thought I’d really say those words. Much less about having all three of my girls home a… Continue reading Yes, We Are Homeschooling This Year
I know things have been quiet around here since I revealed what happens when the three year house becomes the ten year house becomes the sold house. There’s still a lot to say about that and God’s timing and sense of humor and my incredible lack of patience and grace, but y’all… I’m really tired.… Continue reading What Happens When You Move 10 Miles Down the Road and Everything Changes
A marriage happens because you get up every day and promise that person you love (but sometimes dislike) that you will, all over again. You will when the bills are overdue, and the dishes stack high, and you can’t remember the last time he brought you flowers.
Last week I told you what’s saving my life right now. This week there’s a “holiday” around the corner so I thought I’d tell you what’s saving my marriage. Not that it needed saving per se–but a good marriage is like a faithful car. It needs a little maintenance and every now and then, deserves… Continue reading Mardi Gras, Aqua Notes, and Marriage
It took a three hour plane ride and a two hour time change. It took a list of who goes where when and a casserole in the freezer. It took more than just a few changes of clothes in a carry-on. It took an unpacking of guilt that we would spend money just so I… Continue reading The Man I Met in Denver