Posted in Family, Marriage

Seven years! 

Seven years married.

11 years of togetherness.

Three addresses.

Two pups.

Two babes.

Countless loss.

Many blessings.

Seven whole years!!

Just like all of the material things we’ve collected over the years, so too has our marriage collected baggage.

The good, the bad, the ugly.



The times we thought about leaving, but didn’t.

Seven years of waking up with a (mostly) greatful heart.

Seven years of occasional nights in separate beds.

Arguments that settled easily.
Arguments that temporarily broke us.

Marriage is freakin’ tough!

But we overcame adversity.

We ignored temptations.

In a world where we obsess over divorce rates and trading up for bigger, better, brighter. We live obliviously in our own humble togetherness.

I’m in love with us!

In our perfectly imperfect.



Consciously coupled.

Where struggles make us stronger, And heartbreak makes us fight harder.

Seven trying years!

Seven happy years!!

You are my better half!

I don’t mean that in the sarcastic tone of modern day translation… but in the way it was first written by the Roman poet, Horace, who wrote that to be a better half meant that you are more than one half of me. – “Half of my soul”

Thank you for always understanding the intention of our vows.

Thank you for being my reason to change, grow, and adapt.

Thank you for always understanding that marriage is hard and diving into the tough stuff head first instead of running away.

I’m thankful that seven years ago the aisle had you at the end!

I’m glad I never stopped walking toward you since then!

Happy Anniversary to half of my Soul!


Posted in Family, Marriage

A letter to my Husband

This one is for you, Shane.

While we ride the speedboat of life through these sometimes turbulent lakes and those fuzzy shorelines – we call our lives –  whizz by, I’ve been watching you.

I see you! I haven’t forgotten the slower journeys we used to take together. Quieter ones – on sailboats and canoes – with less ‘noise’ distracting us from really hearing, knowing, and feeling each other.

I think about that- often.

And I’m sure that you do too.

We aren’t the only ones on that boat anymore, and sometimes – while you’re busy guiding the watercraft in the right direction – I’m standing lookout for hazards, or donning life jackets and applying the sunscreen. Our minds always wandering elsewhere to maintain safety and order aboard. 

But our love always remains the same – The anchor of it all.

I wanted you to know that I’m still here – as true as I’ve ever been – that carefree girl that climbed aboard with you some eleven years ago, she’s inside me somewhere. And I know you are still in there too.

For now, I stand and observe, for this new man I see has qualities that keeps me curious.

I can’t take my eyes off of you!

I notice you; as you sit at the dinner table casting smitten glances at our children.

I notice you; as you mow the lawn unfazed by the two small shadows following behind.

I notice you; in the grocery store line-up as you crunch numbers to stretch our budget into our tomorrows.

I notice you; and the way your exhausted body hits the bed at the end of the day.

I notice you; and the way the lines of your face have been changed by our life, morphing your youth into aged wisdom.

I notice you; as you prioritize instilling love and compassion with just a subtle hint of silly into the character of our boys.

I notice you; as you take a mental note of my ‘DIY wish list’ and run how-tos through your mind.

I notice you; as you tread lightly around my many emotional states, and respond with just the right amount of softness I need.

I notice you; as you doubt yourself, wondering if you are doing everything you can for our family (I assure you, you are!)

I notice you; as you wake well before the crack of dawn committing yourself to the duties required to keep our family afloat.

I notice you; as you shower away those signs of trauma, turmoil, and pain so you can keep on going for us.

I notice you; and how your love has deepened so I can still feel ignited when you hold my hand even after everything has been poured out of you each day.

I notice you; In our boys and the way they live, laugh and love with every fiber they posses.

I notice you; and the ‘potential’ you have to grow into the man our boys need years from now in their youth when these times are so much different than our own.

You probably thought I don’t notice you anymore, but I do! I am watching you and waiting for the days we can have to ourselves again – You are my end game! You were my beginning, and when these children are finally reared – you will be my ending!

I notice you, and I thank you!!

I love you! This new you, the old you, the not so perfect you that you think you are! It is all the same to me and I look forward to reuniting with you each new day.

 Tight Squeeze!