Somehow we have ended up here- eleven years in, three wild and free babies, our North Carolina home, sitting on the back porch on the last evening of the summer, drinking wine and laughing and lamenting and dreaming and talking about who we are and who we once were and our truest true. One of us … [Read more...] about when staying married feels impossible
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love is 8:15 on a Friday night
Friday night, pizza night, sitting on the front porch, twilight wine sipping, watching the kids play, fingers tangled together night. We haven't spoken much since he got home from work, the noise and the constant and the needs and the dinner and the diapers and the "Daddy! Look!" demanding our … [Read more...] about love is 8:15 on a Friday night
a love letter to my husband
Remember that time we baked a pie and took it by the river and ate it straight out of the pan with two forks? Or when we climbed the mountain, wine and cheese at the top, you down on your knee with the forever question? Or do you remember grabbing popsicles and walking through the neighborhood as … [Read more...] about a love letter to my husband
how we rebuild our ordinary marriage
I remember the first time I saw you. I remember the time after that and the time after that too. I remember the walk up the Colorado mountain when you asked me to marry you. And I remember watching you walk up to me, slowly emerging from the group of soldiers that still carried the Middle … [Read more...] about how we rebuild our ordinary marriage
to the brides getting married this summer, from one 10 years in
You are in love. He got down on one knee with whispered promises and hopes and truth and forever after that. You go through the magazines, planning burlap and lace and wildflowers everywhere. You stand in the store, finding the dress of your dreams and your mama cried when she saw you. You … [Read more...] about to the brides getting married this summer, from one 10 years in
a letter to my husband on his birthday
My husband, Lane, turns 32 today. We've been together since we were 18 years old- in a sense, we have "grown up" together, meeting when we were still practically babies! What a ride it's been. Here are the words I can gather together for this man that means so much to me on his birthday. If you … [Read more...] about a letter to my husband on his birthday