On those days, those ships passing in the night days, when the best we can do is an end-of-the-day reminder that dinner has been kept warm on the stove, my morning cup of coffee is a touchstone for me. It says, I’m here. I’m still with you. I love you.
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The well of patience had run dry a few hours before, my head was aching like the toddler had hit it with his plastic bat (which he had), and I had just watched the eight-year-old use glitter on the dining room table like she was Lil Wayne making it rain.
Read moreWhen my husband first started encouraging me on this blogging journey, my biggest worry was that I wouldn’t have anything to say. Or, at least, I wouldn’t have anything to […]
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Sometimes it’s good to go ahead and have the argument, even when you think you already know what the other person will say. They may just surprise you.
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While I’m definitely not immune to the mommy guilt, there are a few things that I’ve decided I REFUSE to feel guilty about. I’ve drawn my line in the sand, and I’m not budging.
Read moreDear Husband, Remember when we were in our 20s, before kids and bills and meetings and obligations? Remember the time before 3am screams about nightmares and toddlers trying to watch […]
Read moreSo there I was. Sitting next to Layla on the couch, reading through some bible study notes with half my brain while the other half listened to Layla tell me […]
Read moreWhen I think over the 13 years we’ve been married, and the 19 that we’ve been together, there are so many moments to remember. Some were life changing and perspective […]
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