Feeling the sting of rejection recently and with tears in my eyes, I said to my husband, “I just want to know where I belong and I want to hang out there for a while.” With tenderness in his eyes and in his voice he reached out and brought me in close to him, saying,…
The first time my husband and I moved was two days after our honeymoon. We loaded up a trailer with our wedding gifts and other odds and ends and set off to drive three hours to where Derek had lived. We picked up another load of stuff and headed another three hours to our new…
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As I was driving into work one morning this past winter, I realized something: I don’t take pictures of the sorrowful parts of my life. Instead, I only take pictures of happy moments. I think this must be true for everyone. Spend 5 minutes looking through Instagram, your digital camera archive, or a regular photo…
I remember an engaged fraternity brother in college telling me he planned to break the bank for his honeymoon. “You have to do something memorable,” he said. “You only get one honeymoon.” I lacked vision or inspiration to travel when I married. Thankfully, my wife doubles as a secret, unpaid travel agent with ambitions to…
