Marriage, Me

Dear Husband, You are appreciated…

Dear husband, Thank you. For loving me the same at my best and worst. For knowing when I'm acting frustrated about one thing because I'm actually worried about something else, even when I don't recognize it. Thank you for holding me and saying it will be ok and calming my entire world. Thank you. For… Continue reading Dear Husband, You are appreciated…

Me

The Tell Challenge

I've so often wondered why we keep certain thoughts to ourselves. Things we notice or admire about others. Times we've been uplifted or felt special at the thoughtfulness of another. Why are those impressions kept inside so many times? Think of a funeral you've been to. All the amazing stories and thoughts and kind words… Continue reading The Tell Challenge

Me

My Nickname Has a Butt

Somewhere, somehow my kids heard a short clip of the Bubble Butt song. (I've never listened to the whole thing.) Once the hysterical laughter subsided, they unanimously agreed this should be my new name. The more I protested the more they said it. I let it go for the day and (as suspected) they soon… Continue reading My Nickname Has a Butt

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The “I” Word

I've had this strange feeling looming over me for a few years now. It's been tucked in there way behind the giddy, gushy, lovey feelings. It's parked off to the side past the sad feelings that creep up occasionally. It's hidden well behind happy and two rows down from worry. I knew it was in… Continue reading The “I” Word

Marriage, Me

Love Sprinkles

We'll be celebrating 10 years of marriage next year. That concept has yet to actually make sense in my brain. I remember hearing people speak of 10 year anniversaries and it seemed like such a futuristic event in my mind. Like flying cars and robots cleaning the house. I just never pictured myself in that… Continue reading Love Sprinkles

Marriage, Me, Mommy

Worried Pink

We were in the bathroom staring at two pink lines on the counter, both in complete shock. We just celebrated a first birthday and discussed trying for a sibling... in the future. The shock remained until our first doctor appointment. The ultrasound tech moved her wand for too long. We'd been down this road before.… Continue reading Worried Pink

Me

Invisible Axe

I wasn't going to discuss this on my blog. I likely never will again, but today it's weighing on me, which means the words need to escape, which means I'm writing about it. Here it goes. It's like a little, terrible secret you pack around with you. You try to stuff it down into the… Continue reading Invisible Axe