There are phases and seasons in a marriage. You have the “honeymoon” phase where everything just feels magical and the whole world looks friendly because of the love you feel in your heart to each other. You have the “golden years” phase. After being married for 30 or more years, life is comfortable and safe…
My husband won’t get a pedicure. I’ve begged him to join me for a quick 30-minutes of footwork (pun intended), but he’s laughed me off every time. I have to respect the man that my husband is. Sometimes I’m bossy. I’m the oldest of three children so part of it might stem from my years…
I was having a tough day. It was just a day where my emotions were feeling raw. I was frustrated and discouraged over some thing and the tears came quickly to my eyes all day. And I mean alllll day! I tried to put on a brave face and not act wimpy. I didn’t want…
Life was easier with only 700 square feet. The tiny apartment my new husband and I occupied for our first two years hugged us close with cozy spaces and colorful walls. Hospitality was a pain, but we didn’t care. Because we never had to mow the lawn. Sure, the neighbor across the hall died, and…
I’m embarrassed to admit how quickly the giddy awe of marriage faded for me. How fast my husband went from being someone I anxiously prayed I’d find to some guy in my way. I don’t have an exact date but let’s just say I took the phrase “the honeymoon is over” too literally. My cynical…
