Steven and I always laugh about the fact that we never think about my parents lives before meeting each other. Of course their lives began when they married each other, right? If that is the case, then my parents are forty-one years old today. Two spring chickens; still in love after all of these years. And yet, their love doesn't exactly look like the love that I see on romantic Continue Reading
Hope is the thing with feathers
Those that know me best know to bring tissues with them wherever we go. It can happen at any moment, for varying reasons, but for some reason, I've never been able to control the tears that glide unbridled from the corners of my eyes. It used to be a lot worse; I distinctly remember crying after overhearing my parents discuss moving away from my childhood home. And no, I wasn't crying because Continue Reading
Marriage has a nice ring to it: Part III (In good times and in bad)
If you missed part I or part II, you can find both here. "It's like, everyone else understands and you don't get it. You're not supportive." I was making a fool of myself. I heard the words pouring out of my mouth and I couldn't stop them. It was exactly like the moment when you open up the wrong flap on the black pepper canister and an avalanche of black speckled spices Continue Reading
Marriage has a nice ring to it: Part II (The idealized versus the realized)
If you missed part I (I Take You) you can find it here. As a sick SAHM with a sick little boy...I have had a lot of time to think about just about everything. In between the multitudes of used tissues, I've thought...a lot...over the last week or so about my journey into full-time blogging and attempt at free-lance writing. Admittedly, in my ideal, perfect world, a magazine finds one of my Continue Reading
Marriage has a nice ring to it: Part I (I take you)
This Saturday morning, while my stuffy little boy took his morning nap, I had a strange epiphany. I was sitting alone while my husband slept in; taking in the glory of this rainy Georgia morning; it is rare to enjoy alone time when you're a SAHM, but it does happen. I watched the raindrops fall in droves and cuddled under little Bear's stroller blanket. It is small, but there is something much Continue Reading