Do you know what my favorite sound is in the morning?” “What?” I responded as Stephanie, my wife, sat up in bed and grabbed the coffee from the nightstand. Smiling, she says, “the ‘clink clink’ sound the coffee cup makes when you set it down on the nightstand.” It’s become a ritual in our house…
Heeding my own advice about technology as a distraction, this weekend we unplugged the TV that has been in our bedroom since the birth of our 4th child late last year. Our original reason for the TV in the room, which was against our better judgement, was to give Stephanie something to do while she…
I move left, she moves right. I go forward, she goes backwards. I dip, she bends. I swing, she flies. We move closer and embrace. Butterflies. I’m a horrible dancer. The term “two left feet” has new meaning when applied to my dancing machismo. In the kitchen after work, I’m constantly getting in the way…
I’m often asked what’s been the hardest time in my marriage. Without hesitation, I name the first year of our marriage. We struggled with making it through every day without hurting each other. We eventually got into our groove around month 8 or 9, which at the time felt like year 80 or 90. Now,…
When we were first married, Stephanie (my wife) and I decided to pray together every evening before bed. It was a rhythm of spiritual practice that some of my mentors suggested as one of the most important actions they did with their spouse. I was 23, pretty ignorant about what made a marriage work (rightfully…
