Three to six months passed. It’s all a little fuzzy because we fizzled more than we split. Josh dated around and scratched whatever wild itch HE had. I dated – I don’t really know if you can call it that. I spent time with other guys. One of them was smart, kind, and quietly funny
If it isn’t already clear by the rolled bangs and baby face, Josh and I were, by almost every definition of the term, “late bloomers.” We were church kids. Fly under the radar kids. Do the right thing kids. It’s just who we were and how the chips landed for us. Or rather, it’s how
The interesting thing about our relationship is that after that first “he picked the other girl” hooplah, I only remember Josh as part of my life. I don’t remember a lot about how our relationship progressed. We were sixteen – still so, so young, still learning so, so many things. Sometimes I wonder if our
I went to high school in the late nineties. My dad has always worked in technology and computers, and at that time he owned his own company. So, we had a lot of computers at our disposal. When I was a sophomore in high school, my parents allowed me to have one in my room.
Stay struck a chord. Your response was unexpected and has pushed me to move forward on a project I’ve been thinking about for a while. Marriage is hard. It’s one of the most challenging climbs any of us will make in this life. It’s chocked full of surprises, disappointments, challenges, and victories. Mostly it’s just chocked
I write a lot about super serious things here – reflective, heart things. And I like that because I want you to know that you’re not the only one that deals with the hard stuff while you smile and love and give. However, I also want you to know that there are tools and ways
“If you are staying married just because you told Jesus you would – for no other reason at all – you are winning.” – Me to a friend several days ago We want it all to make sense. We want the equation to work. Respect him and he’ll love you. Love her and she’ll
Photo cred: Molly Townsend, my sister, queen of photography. These are our babies, my sister’s and mine – all spectacularly unique and still so little that they only know how to be – and make space for exactly who they are. My mom, in fact, overheard an interchange between Emily Ellen and Marilee a few
So, we’re homeschooling. I’ve mentioned that I think, but I don’t think I’ve told you about how we arrived at that decision, about how it’s impacted our life, and about how it hasn’t. Before we even knew we were leaving Arvada, circumstances began to align in such a way that we felt led to homeschool.
This is a post I wrote about babies one and two between the birth of babies two and three – that now applies to my mornings with babies two and three (except that I am not currently expecting a fourth). And the wheel just keeps on turning… I woke up at 5 heavy-hearted and
