When my kids were little, they used to love hearing the story of how my husband and I met. I told them we were in kindergarten and we were having lunch in the sandbox. Instead of pulling my hair to get my attention, he dropped my peanut butter and jelly sandwich into the sand. Our eyes met. It has been true love ever since. Read MoreTagged in: marriage, relationships
When I first got married, I thought that I was supposed to abide by some pre-set all encompassing marriage rules. There were all these bits and pieces of advice that were thrown at me the year of my engagement. Aunts and Uncles and women at the store where I was choosing my place cards would just say random one liners to me; “words of wisdom” as I knew them to be. I would listen and repeat in my head, make a mental note and think Right, Got it. Read More
When I was first married I was painfully naïve about how my relationship with my in-laws would be over the years. I thought that getting married would mean I had an additional family! I would have two mothers, and two fathers. I would have two extra sisters! What could possibly go wrong?
And then, reality kicked me square in the head.
My in-laws didn’t regard me as family, they regarded me as an in-law. There were family pictures taken every Christmas—two sets—one with me included and one that was “just family”. Read More
I’m terrible with dates.
Before kids, I could remember ALL KINDS of random stuff alongside important things like putting milk back into the refrigerator instead of the pantry, and that it’s usually best to shave both legs at the same time.