In my first year of marriage, I’d get angry at Ben and be in huffy puffy clouds of silent smoke. I’d set up a little pity party, only invite myself, and sit there WAITING SILENTLY for my husband to GUESS his next right move. The moves better be right, you know! I bet you any…
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Hands Deep in Life
The thing about life is that it’s always unexpected. Sometimes, life is dotted with celebration two weeks before your anniversary. Sometimes, life is unplanned in it’s own kind of perfection. Sometimes, it’s sitting on the porch surrounded by three-dollar flower pots and transplanting flower life with your husband, handling the beauty of now, and hoping…
Sweet Life • Spring 2018
Last Friday, I sat down to write more personable words for this blog’s Facebook page. I ended up with an embarrassing-who-cares account of mesmerizing clouds and my love for vacuums. I deleted it, and eventually decided on a better way to share just regular ole life with you guys. Hence this post. 🙂 I know…
I'm at the End of Myself
I’m at the end of myself screamed the woman who desired a husband. I’m at the end of myself screamed the wife struggling deep within her heart. I’m at the end of myself screamed the mom exhausted in ways she could hardly explain. I’m at the end of myself screamed each one with burdens big and painful.And all…
