I took my husband to see Star Trek for his birthday. It was his pick, of course, and I was going along because it was part of his gift. I didn’t care if I would like the movie or not, nor was I expecting to like it. I was happy to go just for him. But I did like the movie. I liked it a lot. And my husband was very kind not to say, “I told you so.” I’ve…
I don’t know about you, but around here, it’s pretty rare to capture a photo of just me and my husband. Let alone a good photo. We have but a handful. Really. In fact, I still have a wedding-day snapshot sitting on my nightstand in this cute wood frame that says together with two stick people sort of etched into the bottom. It seems a bit dated, after nearly 8 years of marriage and 5 children. So, I was pleasantly…
Today is an extra-special, celebratory day in our home! It’s the First Day of Summer! Hooray! It’s Father’s Day! Yeah! And it’s my husband’s 36th birthday! Whoo-hoo! Yes, we indeed have a lot to celebrate and be thankful for today in this good man, fine husband and wonderful father! The trio and I thought it would be fun to come up with the top 36 things we love about him. We made a big heart card and wrote all of…
He lingered below the ladder, next to the table where my husband’s tool bucket sat. He took the screw drivers out of their little slots and put them back again. He did this over and over and over. He’s a quiet little guy, not nearly as chatty as his twin sister. But the babble that does come from his tiny lips lets you know he’s there and interested. He made enough noise to let my husband know his little helper…
Today is an anniversary of sorts … It was eight years ago today that my husband asked me to marry him, and I said, “Yes.” It also is the anniversary of our first, official date. Yes, that’s right. That would mean we were engaged on our first date. But there’s more to the story than that … Allow me to explain. For six months prior to our engagement, Greg and I shared a Christian friendship. As we were getting to…
Last night, when my husband came home from work, there was a lot of commotion near the coat closet. I was in the kitchen making dinner, and all I could hear from him and my trio were whispers and shhhes. “What is going on?” I wondered. My oldest came into the kitchen, followed by her younger sisters, and asked me if I was tired. “Tired? Of course I’m tired,” I thought to myself. “I’m a mom of five young kids!”…