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give a care

My husband had surgery this week. It’s a thing he has done semi-regularly in our 20 years of marriage. It’s a thing he will, inevitably, do again. Because the surgeon says so. And because his ankles are a hot mess. Not to brag or anything but I’ve kind of gotten good at this surgery thing. … Continue reading →

practicing the love

Some things happened last week that are making me work to love my husband better. First, I told a (fairly empty) room full of people that loving someone doesn’t require biology – that, in fact, you love who you serve. I may have even used the word, “hogwash.” (Proud of that. What a great word!) I … Continue reading →

absence makes the heart…

My husband just returned from a business trip. You know that I straight-up, flat-out LOVE him right? So I am flummoxed about why I would like him to get back on an airplane right now and give me another week or so without him. There are a few possibilities: California King all to myself people. … Continue reading →

my big man

My man.  I love him.  No one makes me laugh harder or roll my eyes more. Especially giggle/eye-roll worthy is his tendency to break into song.  We might be having a serious conversation about gun control (about which we very seriously disagree) and then it’s over because he’s singing, “Everybody run! The homecoming queen’s got … Continue reading →

my treasure

You know that question you ask yourself sometimes… the “if the house were on fire, what would you grab” question? Obviously, the people are the first answer, but after that?  What is the most special thing? For me it’s a little book.  What?  You’re surprised?  Uh.  I love books.  But that’s not why this particular … Continue reading →