Marriage

A Letter to My Newlywed Self

Next week I’ll celebrate eight years of marriage with my husband. The one I prayed for every day since I was in the sixth grade. The one I gave an old shoe box full of letters I had written to him. The one I promised my life.When our anniversary rolls around each...

our story

I wish I could invite you over to my house, pour you some coffee, and talk. Like really talk. Heart talk, with you. So cuddle on up. Pretend the fire is crackling, your hands are warm from your coffee, and let me tell you our little story. I'd really love to hear...

My Place

It was a brick house that sat on the hill. Blackberries grew right on the property line, and in the summer, on hot days like today, we'd throw those old strips of plywood across the top of the bushes and go pickin'. After a few hours in the sweltering heat, we'd...

Nothing is Wasted

I was newly married. Still blissful in our new life together. Our little white house was perfectly decorated, like I had imagined. All of the presents from our wedding, were thoughtfully arranged in their new home. Ready for us to use them as we began our life as...