The Best Thing My Husband Has Ever Said to Me

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…

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…

No Matter Where You Are On Valentine’s Day

Valentine’s 2009: Went to Pizza Hut on a double date, saw “He’s Just Not that into you” and promptly broke off the relationship the next day (got back together 5 days later) Valentine’s 2010: Young and in love- Went to a banquet where no dancing was allowed so we just took pictures   *As I…

Heart on My Name Tag

Some people wear their heart on their sleeve. I wear my heart in bold on a name tag. I am certain no one has ever looked at me and said, “I just wonder what she’s thinking.” They already know. Sometimes I forget the  proper social order of things and announce how I feel before even…

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…

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…