Marriage, Motherhood

Isn’t It Romantic…

It started with bath time.  It usually does.  My sister bought us a bluetooth speaker, and bathtime has been a musical experience ever since.

Andy started singing “Looks like we made it…Look how far we’ve come, my baby…”  I hear him in the kitchen and start looking it up on Spotify.  A few wrong searches finally gets me to “You’re still the one” by Shania Twain, and it starts up on the speaker.  Continue reading “Isn’t It Romantic…”

Marriage

Time Together

I laughed out loud at Beracah’s mention of my advice to them when they got married. “Go on a date weekly”? I don’t remember writing that and I doubt we did it at that point. Of course, we didn’t have kids, so we may have come close. I was, however, quite pregnant when they got married and maybe suffering from some sort of estrogen-induced delirium.

But now, it’s definitely not a thing. We shoot for once a month and did not achieve that for a long time. But this year for Valentine’s Day I planned out 12 dates – once a month for a year – and presented a package of envelopes to my husband laying out each one. Continue reading “Time Together”

Marriage

Jumping For Your Man

Did anyone else set their alarm for 5:00 in the morning on a Saturday to watch Meghan Markle become a princess? I really thought I could hold out and watch it on my parents’ DVR later, but when it came time to go to bed Friday night… I just couldn’t. For some reason, the draw of a royal wedding is too strong. And so I found myself awake long before I normally am on the weekend, sipping coffee and enjoying the pomp and circumstance surrounding the royal wedding.

But something about it kept nagging at me… like something wasn’t quite right. Continue reading “Jumping For Your Man”

Marriage, Motherhood

Sick…Oh So Sick.

Honestly, I didn’t know what to write about today.  Finally, in the last minutes of the day, I click on my go-to podcast, The God-Centered Mom, to listen while doing laundry and cleaning up from the day.  One of the titles is “A Safe Place to Share Messy Stories”, and suddenly, it hits me.  That’s the purpose of this blog.  So… rather than trying to find something witty or uber-meaningful to share, I must tell you about my weekend.  A weekend from you know where…(I am SO glad you feel me, Kelsey!) Continue reading “Sick…Oh So Sick.”