Marriage looks like a desperately needed, intertwined nap on a lazy, rainy afternoon and later chopping vegetables, side by side, for a favorite Soup Sunday recipe. Marriage looks like pulling boxes of pictures and albums out of storage and getting teary together, saying “Remember when they were all so little?” Marriage looks like praying on... Continue Reading →
She looked breathtaking in her wedding dress. And when her nine bridesmaids danced through the bedroom door to get a first glimpse, many of their eyes filled with tears. They were happy for her and overcome with joy to see their dear friend wearing the gown she'd soon be married in. Hosting the whole wedding... Continue Reading →
I'm having an affair. I should feel very, very guilty . . but I don't. He's a married father of three. I'm also married with three children. I happen to know his children very well. In fact, I've known his wife my whole life. She is me, I am her. I'm having an affair with... Continue Reading →
Craig and I locked hands during the ceremony and were touched to see Brett and Collin serve as ushers, and Brett walk Craig's sister, the mother of the bride, down the aisle to her seat in front. Marina soaked in every second and loved seeing the bride appear with her adoring dad by her side. ... Continue Reading →
It began in the spring of 1985. Actually, let me back up. It began, specifically, at 12:30 a.m. on December 26, 1984, the first time Craig and I said "I love you" to one another. I was a month over seventeen, a senior in high school, and Craig had just turned nineteen the week... Continue Reading →
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