Marriage is hard. It’s hard because life is hard. Because relationships are hard.
My Love and I are celebrating a decade of marriage today, and I mean CELEBRATING, because honestly, there was a time or two we didn’t know how we’d make it.
I’m dishing out truth today at HVFH about how two broken people kept their marriage from breaking.
Cheers to ten!
Stacy
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Hello, friends!
I’m here with my coffee (brewed by my peach of a husband) and my waffle-requesting children, thinking about what it means to serve.
Let’s be honest, some people just don’t like the idea of serving. It conjures ideas of oppression and enslavement. But that’s not the kind of serving I’m talking about. Continue reading
My husband and I celebrated nine years of marriage on Wednesday. My in-laws were here visiting from Ohio, and they let us go away for a night. The two of us. Alone! Continue reading
When my son Gray was three years old, my mom stopped by our house and uttered these fateful words: I have something for you.
What is it, Grandma? What is it? He eyed the plastic shopping bag, imagining all the wonderful things it could contain…
REVISIONS OF GRANDEUR 