I’ve known my husband for 15 years and we’ve been together for 13 of those years. I knew my husband was the one for me when he wanted to be with me amidst the baggage and crazy that came with my feisty personality and my being the youngest of six in a big family.
I remember we were watching a movie at my house and an argument had ensued in the other room between some of my family and I was worried this would bother my new boyfriend. He leaned over to grab my hand and let one rip that was about as loud as the arguing. Right then I knew. I knew that being with this young man who wanted me for who I was and where I came from and all the while felt comfortable enough to fart in front me, well this was the man God had for me.
I taught middle school lit for six years to a bunch of eighth graders until I decided to take on a new line of work–being a stay at home mom. My husband and I have two children– a rambunctious boy and a new little and lovely daughter.
I like to share stories. I like to hear stories. Stories of triumph. Stories that make me pee my pants from laughing so hard (and from having a baby. Seriously?!?! Who can still hold their pee after that?).
I need stories that make me question my path in life. I think most of us connect with others when we hear where they’ve been, where they’re going.
This blog is to encourage you in your journey of marriage.
I share honest and sometimes raw stories from my experiences in marriage, like when my husband starts feeling like a roommate. Read about that here.
Sometimes I write about being a mom like that time I realized I was teaching my son to be sexist. Read about that one here.
I share these so you’ll know that someone has been there too and hope my stories will cause you to question your path in life and look to the One who is waiting for you with open arms.
No matter what season we’re going through, God will reach out to us and remind us how much we are loved. His love is constant, and that is something that doesn’t change with the seasons.