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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 →

the Bawden ask

I have a fabulous friend who I’ll call Naomi – because that’s her real name. She and her husband have been married ten years.  At some point in those years, Naomi asked her husband to a church dance as if she were asking him to prom – in other words, extravagantly.  I don’t remember all … 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 →