To Those Who Wait: An Open Letter to A Lonely Heart

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The snow beat down as I gazed out the window at the glistening world of white, a beautiful sight even as the light from a dim sky slowly began to fade. My buzzing thoughts once again had slowed long enough to stray to that forbidden dream, that forgotten longing; the telling dull ache that resonated from deep within my soul. I had been in this place before… in fact, I knew it well. But simply understanding the pain would not soothe it; ignoring it as it tugged on my heart would not make it go away. I was lonely.

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Your First Reunion: How To Survive Reintegration

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I will never in my life forget the incredible thrill of adrenaline that rushed through my veins as I, at long last, made the 2 hour drive on that glorious day to pick up my husband after a long 10 months. Excitement doesn’t even begin to describe it: I was electric – my blood was on fire. It’s a miracle I made the trip in one piece! The nervous jitters, excited way-too-loud laughter, hot-cold sweat as I tried to push away that walking-down-the-aisle urge to go to the bathroom that every bride has…. it was nearly too much. I clung to my toddler for dear life, and tried to keep myself from visibly shaking.

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The Stay-At-Home Mom That Stays At Home

sahmheader1Hello, my name is Jasmine and I’m a Stay-At-Home-Mom. No, I’m not introducing myself at SAHM’s Anonymous; more like the “stay-at-home-mom’s that don’t want to stay at home club”. I can’t help it – I can’t sit still! NOT that I’m sitting still at home with my LIttle Miss and Mr. Not a chance! But staying in the same half-mile-radius for days on end starts to make me want to crawl out of my skin. Can I get a witness? I mean really, moms, am I the only one?

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5 Ways To Be Happily Married

happilymarried2“And they lived happily ever after…” That phrase summarizes quite effectively what everyone, if they were completely honest, hopes to one day be said about their marriage. In so many marriage relationships, happiness seems to have divulged into ‘just getting by’ or ‘NOT fighting’. I’m so blessed that in my marriage that’s not the case.

“I’m so happy with you.” I find myself saying that to my husband at least once a week – sometimes in response to an extra-considerate gesture, and sometimes for no reason at all. But regardless of the reason I have in the moment, I say it because I want him to know. I want to make sure he knows beyond a shadow of a doubt that our love can breach the chaos and even in the midst of all the craziness of life, I am happy and fulfilled in our relationship. Are you?

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Taking Out The Trash

takingtrash1How many times as kids did we hear, “You wait until I tell your father!” or, “Just wait until your daddy gets home!”? If you were raised in a family with 2+ kids, had a mom who always had a baby on her hip, and enjoyed getting in your fair share of mischief, chances are you heard it quite a bit. Fast forward a couple of decades and we’re in your kitchen, with your children and a baby on your hip and you find yourself saying those exact same words. Normal? Perhaps. Expected? Sure. Healthy? Not so much.

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The Best Valentine’s Day I Ever Had

bestval1The best Valentine’s Day I ever had snuck up on me quite unexpectedly last year as, I will be honest, I wasn’t exactly anticipating a show-stopper. We were going on 5 wonderful years of marriage, had a 3-year-old with Baby 2.0 well on the way, and my idea of a night of bliss was getting to sleep before 8pm. (I know, I know… but in my defense, I WAS pregnant and I was exhausted CONSTANTLY!) It’s not that I was expecting a really bad turn out on this socially acclaimed national day of love, but I’ll be honest – I wasn’t expecting it to top the charts either. I’ve had some really good Valentine’s Days. Like, total chick-flick, bawl all over your chocolate kind of Valentine’s Days….

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Five Words That Changed My Marriage {Part Two}

marriagechange5As I mentioned in Part One of this series (did you miss it? Find it here), my husband and I grew up together. We know each other about as good as anyone can. And yet, we still went through a time in our relationship where we found ourselves far apart. Unfortunately, we didn’t catch this problem until I had deeply and effectively barricaded myself from him and the rest of the world. I became an expert in plastic reality; a vendor of a fake genuine. I stormed ahead unaware until my husband finally stopped me in my tracks when he asked, “Just let me love you.”

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