Look at you, over there buried under our three children. Because once you’re home, all they want to do is be in your shadow or in your lap. You sit there as if you have no idea what you have done to me. As if this is just happenstance.
But I need you to know, you did this. You took the broken girl and you were so patient dismantling that wall she’d built so thick and so tall. You took my heart with the utmost care and stitched every broken space. You trudged through the landmines laid by men you’ll never meet. And with each new threat, you carefully brought it to light, disarmed it, and drew me closer.
You make...
"Happy birthday to my better half," is often a post I see while skimming through Facebook.
"Tomorrow I marry my better half," is a stream of consciousness post I saw when my friends and I were in the bright-eyed engagement stage.
We've all heard the sentiment, but recently I've made an earth-shaking discovery brought upon by a second pregnancy, an unexpected hospital skin, and a very ugly sofa--I don't have a "better half."
To borrow from Jane Austen, I'm cursed with a conceited sort of independence. I woke up from a coughing spelling the middle of the night on Valentine's Day. After a glass of water, I placed my hands on my belly and waited for the soft jabs of our 37-week...
I think we can all agree that being in a relationship is hard. In all relationships, whether with friends, our children, or our spouse, they take work. There is this odd assumption by society that once you “fall in love” with the right human, you will live in perfect harmony. That somehow, once you say I DO, it gets easier and you will live happily ever after.
Well friends, I am here to tell you that’s a LIE.
I have been in a relationship with my husband for 15 years. We have had good times, great times and really really rough times together. We have had to figure out how to make sure our kids are taken care of on days when...
Yay! LSU won the golden boot (that no one cares about)! And in typical LSU football superfan fashion, Matt knew it would be a close game. (Shout out, hubby!) I actually paid quite a bit of attention to the game considering we were home to watch it, so I feel pretty well-informed on this one. I usually have a hard time focusing when I’m home, because I start to see things that need to be done if I sit in one place too long. Before you know it, I’m sorting 5 years worth of pictures or clipping my kids’ fingernails. We had family over which has a way of keeping my urge to putz in check. Not to mention,...
I prefer to find the good in every experience, so I will start with what I loved about last Saturday. Our game day shenanigans began at 11:30am with my superfan husband, Matt and I attempting to pick up my 21 year old brother and our two cousins at his apartment off of Brightside. By the time we painstakingly made our way down Lee and over that railroad track at Nicholson (after my husband almost lost his mind because the driver in front of us was too busy kissing her dog to notice the green light), we were informed that my brother’s friends were headed to his place to park and then walk to the game because there was no...
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Three years ago, I was recovering from a devastating...
