I say a lot of words in our marriage. I operate under the assumption that if I have a thought, there is only one place for it to go: out. The amount of words I say to my husband in a week couldn’t possibly be calculated. Things like, “my knee is itching weird.” or Pressing…
Tag: love
Our Great Debate Topics in Marriage (And Why They Don’t Matter)
Something I didn’t know about my husband before we got married is that he will not kill bugs; instead, he sets them free. I never imagined I would be living in some sort of wildlife preserve, but alas, Max just carefully removed a giant stink bug from my Kate Spade purse, opened our front door…
The Old Has Gone
On rare occasion I get into the type of mood that can only be described as the “Perfect Storm.” I am overly caffeinated and faced with a large chunk of time to myself (which is why this is so rare) , when suddenly it’s like all the clutter around me becomes unbearable. All at once,…
How to Support Someone Who is Hurting
I can be a bit of a handful. I was talking to one of my guy friends from college on the phone a few weeks ago, catching up and swapping stories about life (he told me if he ever makes my blog, he wanted me to use the alternate name “Crosby*” for him. *name has been changed to…
Everything I Had Wrong About Closure
I can’t tell you how many times I have opened old wounds for the sake of ‘finding closure.’ I’m an over-communicator by nature and an over-talker by choice. Naturally I have this deep need to understand others and be understood by everyone around me. I was born like that, but the fact that I never stop talking…
Die a Happy Woman: When You’re Waiting For Something You Don’t Have Yet
A few weeks ago, I was eating lunch at my desk listening to the hit country song, “Die a Happy Man” on repeat because love music is my kryptonite and silence makes me uncomfortable. If you are not familiar with the song, please click here and enjoy the best 4 minutes of your life. Lunch that day…
A Letter to Gram
Hey Gram, On Thanksgiving night, you watched me blow out the candles on my 25th birthday cake. As soon as the song ended and I closed my eyes to blow them out, you exclaimed, “MAY THE LORD SEND HIM THIS YEAR!” My husband. My future husband. You asked the Lord to send my life partner. (Thanks a…
Why not following my heart was the best decision I ever made
My locker decorations in junior high had cute little inspirational phrases like “Dream Big” and “Follow Your Heart.” I had deep quotes about love and loss etched into my voice-activated Password Journal, and I wrote poems and songs that I would force members of my family to listen to (I was a total tyrant). I…
Tears that mean something
On Thursday night, tears were streaming down my face. I had things to do, but was so caught up in my emotions that nothing else mattered. My phone lay next to me untouched as I cried- I didn’t want to communicate with the world. My feelings were real and intense as I let the tears…
A little bit brighter
I am no Gandhi. I have more in common with a hurricane than I do with Gandhi. My natural self is impatient and selfish and ornery and always hungry and prone to complain. I think about my needs and my wants first. I cry over anything or anyone who has wronged me. Irrational and anxious…
Count Your Blessings, Not Your Chins. 