18 and Counting

No. Not kids. I’ll leave that craziness to those Duggars.  I’m counting years of marriage to this guy.  We’ve been together for 20 years. I almost can’t fathom that. We have been together longer in our lives than we have been apart. We met when I was 17, and he was dating my best friend. A few answers: No, she and I are no longer friends (my bad) Yes, he was totally worth it And, yes he is still a handsome beast. He’s better actually, because now he’s more than just a pretty face.  We went out on the town…

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Fathers.

My fire fighter husband is the best. Let me count the ways: He laughs.  He jokes.  He loves.  He snuggles (but not too long, because it’s weird).  He sports tattoos like a rebel.  He saves lives. Literally.  He is logical.  He is real.  He hugs. He can fix anything. Literally.  He invents things when there isn’t a device to get the job done.  He put the handy in manny.  He makes his uniform blush.  He is outdoorsy.  He is indoorsy.  He is whatever doorsy we are being that day.  He is blonde.  He has muscles. Lots.  He cooks.  He takes…

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Morning Thoughts on a Saturday

I awoke this morning to my husband getting ready for work. He’s a good man. In fact, he is The Man. Ask around. I am not even kidding. I decided to make something of my day since he was off to save lives. I mean, I want to have something to say to him when he comes home with the list of lives he saved on his 48 hour shift. Laundry seemed like a logical beginning. Then coffee. Then Jesus. No, it doesn’t bother me that I did two things before I read my Bible. I have had this discussion…

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