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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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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Five Words That Changed My Marriage {Part One}

changedmarriage2Many people have expressed the sentiment, ‘I married my best friend’. I would have to agree with that statement, although perhaps much more literally than it’s usually intended. I -actually- married my best friend. My husband and I were fortunate enough to grow up together; he was my first and last crush – I was in love with him at four years old. Although we had our ups and downs, there is something utterly binding that accompanies a connection like ours. It’s always been there, and always will be.

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