It’s Wednesday morning, same as it was seven mornings ago, but this time with one third of the family missing. My son is crying because I accidentally woke him too soon, I am flanked by breakfast and my keyboard, and the early morning sun is filtering in through the massive windows in our home office. Michael W. Smith’s refrains waft across the living room and the sink is full because Itell me the rest!
Un-preparing myself for him to leave
If you could see my living room floor right now, you might cringe. Or laugh, depending on whether you’re one of the military wife tribe or not. There are sea bags–four of them–propped up against the sofa and lying empty on the floor, waiting to be filled with all sorts of sweat and dirt soaked gear. A laptop lies open on the seat next to me, the printer chugging away in the office,tell me the rest!
The big Two One
Today is my birthday. When you’re a mom, your birthday tends to cease to exist simply because once your kid is born, the fact that you were born no longer matters. Thank goodness for husbands, right? My husband is being so thoughtful about my birthday. Last night we lay in bed and he told me sweet things about how today is basically his favorite day ever because his wifey was born.tell me the rest!
We have friends who are divorced at 20: the challenges of marrying young
When I wrote to my young friends considering marrying very young, there was more I wanted to add. There are a million considerations; we had many great reasons for choosing to marry young and so many gifts have come out of it–we had countless reasons to “go for it.” So we did. At 18, I walked down the aisle towards my 19 year old, hardly out of high school love and promised myself totell me the rest!
To my very young friends contemplating marriage
When you hit your 20s, proposals, wedding pictures, and pregnancy announcements start popping up regularly on your social media feeds. Save the Dates begin to show up in the mail and the word “congratulations” becomes a much more regular part of your vocabulary. I am 20, so this is only just beginning for me. Last week, one of my favorite high school buddies proposed to his girlfriend. Him and Itell me the rest!
Support for icky hormones, magic berry juice, and so much free stuff: April edition
This month was particularly exciting in the package delivery world because not just one Young Living box showed up on my doorstep, two did. O, happy day, indeed! The first box was half free. The second box was entirely free. Literally entirely free, as in I paid for shipping. Just shipping and nothing else. Goodness, I love being on the rewards program. If ya’ll haven’t hopped on this train yet, you’re missing out on a lottell me the rest!
Are our kids really watching us?
When my son was about six months old, I decided it was about time to teach him sign language. He couldn’t communicate with words and I don’t speak screaming baby so we needed to find a new system. For weeks, I would touch my fingers together trying to teach him “more”. I would fold my hands under my head when it was time for him to sleep. I would opentell me the rest!
Finding contentment in Jacksonville, NC, city of dying dreams
I haven’t kept it a big secret that this is hardly my favorite place in the world. Eight months ago, my Marine husband and I PCSed to Marine Corps Base Camp Lejeune from the most beautiful little city on the coast of central California, and I’ve never battled so much with feeling content. We bought our house sight unseen and drove for over 50 hours across the United States to thetell me the rest!
When Grandpa came to visit
This morning we said another goodbye. You would think after six major moves and eight years living at an international school where most people come and have left again within a few years we would be better at them. Neither my husband or I have lived on even the same continent as our families for over three years and whenever we see them, goodbye comes a few short days later. Thus is the life oftell me the rest!
The great crepe breakfast extravaganza
Here’s the thing: my husband is basically a breakfast mastermind. The kitchen is a place of brilliant epiphanies and creative outpour for him, but breakfast in particular seems to be his niche. I’ve written before about how our Saturday morning breakfast tradition is for Hubby to cook breakfast and watch the baby while I take a shower and get the only real alone time I have during the week. I talk about how importanttell me the rest!