We’ve been married for more than a year and a half, and I still get this question often: “So how’s married life?!” Most people expect a pat answer like, “It’s wonderful!” Or something more in line with all the Pinterest-y photos that illustrate the highlight reels of most newlyweds on social media: “We’re six months … More “So how’s married life?”
Husband and I ran another half marathon this weekend, and it was SO fun. However, the weeks leading up to it weren’t so fun. Then I lost my wedding ring. … More Running bling and a missing wedding ring
Husband called me as he usually does at the end of the workday. We went over our plans for the evening as well as plans for tomorrow night’s sushi date to celebrate 19 months of being married. “Sake bombs!” He exclaimed. “Ha, funny,” I said. “But we agreed: No alcohol until our half marathon on … More The writing on the wall
Thinking some more about submission in marriage: What does it mean to submit when things aren’t fair? Last week when picking his mom up for our weekly dinner together, my husband noticed a terrible smell coming from her basement. His sister, who has been in Florida for the past month, left her three (!) ferrets … More Submission as an act of faith
This is ‘merica, and under our banner of freedom and manifest destiny-driven self-realization, we don’t let others tell us what to do. We don’t let them tread on us.
We don’t submit.
But what place does submission have within marriage? … More What does submission mean within a marriage?
Yesterday marked 18 months of wedded bliss not killing each other. Husband and I high-fived to that.
In all seriousness, while reading Colossians 3 last night, it struck me how much Paul and Timothy’s epistle could have been written for newlyweds. … More Made alive in marriage
We bought a house! A dream deferred came true yesterday: We successfully closed on a beautiful house sitting on almost an acre of wooded land in a location where we’re ecstatic to live. This was our second attempt at buying a home, and a huge victory for us because of the hard road we took … More A dream realized
If there was ever an earthly metaphor for fullness of life, Atlantic City, NJ fits the description. Husband and I caught the last flight into Philadelphia and the last train to Atlantic City for a few days of living high (HAHA, in budgeted luxury), and so I could present a conference workshop. I was a little … More Full House
“Kelly, do you have a minute to talk?” Said husband’s aunt on the phone yesterday. An hour and a half later, we hung up – and I burst into tears. She called me because a remark I made at her house on Christmas Eve was still bothering her, more than two weeks later. As we … More When your in-laws yell at you
For the past few weeks I have been feeling overwhelmed with all I do. I’m not trying to puff myself up here, but I work hard at my day job, and my husband calls me a volunteeraholic for how I choose to spend my free time. But I’ve been thinking I need to dial it … More Time is a gift for singles