OK, so today isn’t technically your birthday.  But I won’t be posting on the 4th of July - so this will have to do.
I love you.
And I don’t know what I did to deserve you loving me, but I’m grateful for it.
Happy Birthday, baby.Psst… thanks for stopping by! I hope I didn’t traumatize you [...]

Dear Jared,
I know this is hard for you.
I know watching your wife struggle with some mysterious thing that you cannot see is confusing and frustrating and not something you could have ever planned for when you asked a vibrant, strong woman to marry you.  I can only imagine what it must be like to watch [...]

Everyone knows your body changes as you age.
As women, our boobs inevitably start to sag.  Our hips spread with childbirth.  Our asses - hell, I’m not even sure what’s going on back there anymore. But it aint pretty, that much I know.
But that’s life, right?
You age, you grow, you mature.  You learn to appreciate your [...]

I got knocked up about two months after my 19th birthday.
A year later, 9 years ago today, I was married.
When you find yourself pregnant, a mother, and a wife - in that order - you give up on some fantasies. You never have the surprise proposal on a weekend getaway, with the boyfriend whose [...]

My anniversary isn’t until Wednesday, March 11th. But Jared has this weekend off and so we’re celebrating a few days early and going to St. Pete for a couple days at the beach. Alone. Together. (Thank you Adam for watching the kids. Please don’t do any permanent damage.)
I got this in [...]

You asked me this morning as you were leaving if I was mad at you.
I told you I wasn’t, and I meant it.
I also told you that I was just stressed, that I was carrying a lot on my shoulders right now and it was hard.
You told me to let you take some of it. [...]

We almost never do anything for Valentine’s Day. I almost always end up disappointed because I like to set my expectations high and assume that history is no way to accurately predict future results. Sure, he’s never bought flowers, but this will be the year he springs for sky writing!
(By the way, sky [...]

“Honey…”
“Yeah?” he calls over his shoulder, 3/4s of his gaze still on the TV.
“You know how for the last few holidays, Christmas and stuff, we haven’t exchanged gifts or anything?”
“Mmmhhh…” I suspect 3/4s of him is not listening to me, but I can work with 25%.
“I hated that. I know we did it for [...]

It seems my post about nice guys vs guys you’re actually attracted to has sparked some discussion. The question people are asking now is “can you help who you love?”
Ladies and gentleman, I will not bore you with opinions and theories. Lo, no, I know you come here expecting so much more than [...]

This post is not supposed to exist.
I’m not supposed to remember.
I’m definitely not supposed to care.
Somehow, the fact that I can write these words all these years later feels like a betrayal to my husband as well as my pride. It’s pathetic and… well, pathetic is really the most perfect word. Pathetic. [...]

I don’t remember how the conversation started, exactly. It had something to do with the picture I chose to use in this post, although I’m not sure how the road turned from there to here.
We were lying beside each other in the darkness, a momentary silence resting between us that seemed to be weighted [...]

One of the benefits of an overpriced hotel room on Park Avenue is a well stocked mini bar.  While Holiday Inn would stop at $5 water bottles and $3 bags of peanut, the 70 Park Avenue goes the extra mile with Patron, Red Bull, and king sized Snickers.
And Intimacy.
In a can.
Apparently men and women have [...]

Let me preface this post by saying - I am exhausted. I haven’t had a full night’s sleep since Wednesday and a three day weekend of walking until my calves ached and my trunk threatened to evict any and all of the junk is finally starting to catch up to me.
That probably means I [...]

Maybe some people just aren’t made for marriage.
Perhaps I am one of them.
The evidence certainly seems to be leaning in that direction.
That’s not to say that I don’t love my husband or enjoy being married.  I just, by all accounts, suck at it.  Every relationship instinct I have appears to be the wrong one.  And [...]

While talking about your child’s poop has become acceptable and expected practice online, discussing the personal details of your marriage still seems to be considered rather “radical”.
Especially when you’re not anonymous.
From the moment I hit publish on a post like Friday’s, I brace myself for the inevitable “what the hell were you thinking?!?!” from friends [...]