“You are not my number one anymore.” I sighed, and after saying this turned away from my husband to stare blindly out the passenger window. “I don’t think about you first, but really, I don’t even think about you anymore.” I fussed with the zipper on my sweatshirt, aware that tears threatened to roll down…
It had been a long day. I was running on empty. My feet hurt, my head hurt, my back hurt, my ears hurt (that I blame on a teething toddler, and screaming baby). Our 6-year-old argued with me all day, and the 4-year-old thought my idea of lunch was “subpar.” I was still wearing my…
I can’t remember our early years of marriage without remembering the story. Once, twice, three times a week—as we lay in bed, his arm wrapped around me, wrapping up another day—he’d start the story with the same question: Do you remember the day we met? No answer required. All on his own, my husband unraveled…
For a talky-mctalkson like myself, going to premarital counseling was heaps of fun. What could be better than hours and hours of talking about us, understanding us, building us-skills, and all under the watchful and loving eye of a mentor? A few weeks into it, a friend asked how premarital counseling was going. “Aren’t you…
My husband and I both love dramas. We’re foodies and enjoy a delicious dinner at a fabulous restaurant. Our favorite vacations are spent at the beach. From crafts to rehabbing an entire house, DIY is the way we roll. We enjoy spending a quiet night reading our favorite books, although I love fiction and he…
