One life One love One raindrop One city One moment One kiss One perfect shot One marriage Three decades plus five years Two hearts Beating as one Full of gratitude to God This blessing of a man He’ll always be the one
The One
words that make a marriage
I hold my husband's hand and remember that our lives, and those of our kids and grandkids, began because of God’s love for humanity and, specifically, for the passion and adoration He’s given us for Him and for each other. Strong marriages make strong families which, in turn, make strong societies. Having an affectionate, faith-filled... Continue Reading →
dear younger me
May 14, 1985 Dad died in the hospital today. Why, why, why, why, why? Why wasn't I taken instead? Mom, Karen, and the boys could live fine without me. How will any of us survive without Dad? June 9, 2023 Dear Younger Me, These are such good questions. Thirty-eight trips around the sun later, and... Continue Reading →
marriage looks like this
Marriage looks like a desperately needed, intertwined nap on a lazy, rainy afternoon and later chopping vegetables, side by side, for a favorite Sunday soup recipe. Marriage looks like pulling boxes of pictures and albums out of storage, getting teary together and saying, “Remember when they were all so little?” Marriage looks like praying on... Continue Reading →
your people
She looked breathtaking in her wedding dress. When her nine bridesmaids danced through the bedroom door to get a first glimpse, many of their eyes filled with tears. They were happy for her and overcome with joy to see their dear friend wearing the gown she'd soon be married in. Hosting the entire wedding party... Continue Reading →
the affair
I'm having an affair. I should feel very, very guilty ... but I don't. He's a married father of three. I'm also married with three children. I happen to know his children very well. In fact, I've known his wife my whole life. I am her, she is me. I'm having an affair with my... Continue Reading →
just go to bed angry
Craig and I locked hands during the ceremony. We were touched to see Brett and Collin serve as ushers, and Brett escort Craig's sister, the mother of the bride, down the aisle to her seat. Marina soaked in every second and loved seeing her cousin appear with her adoring dad, our brother-in-law, by her side.... Continue Reading →
where it all began
It began in the spring of 1985. Actually, let me back up. It began, specifically, at 12:30 a.m. on December 26, 1984—the first time Craig and I said "I love you" to one another. I was a month over seventeen, a senior in high school, and Craig had just turned nineteen the week before, a... Continue Reading →