I’ve just put all 3 kids to bed and the house is extremely quiet. Perhaps it’s because my husband decided to doze off too and its the rare occasion of just me, a glass of rose and the second episode of ‘Grace and Frankie’ on Netflix. I’m laughing so hard I’m afraid I might wake the family. Then my iPhone alerts me of a memory in my iphotos and boom. I’m a complete wreck.
Read MoreWe look so young here. And hungry. For life and each other. You can see it in our faces. There is an innocence to our love, to our souls and to what marriage felt like 3 hours in. Sexy, like the velvety roses he would buy me for Valentines. And don’t worry, he still occasionally buys me flowers, but let’s just set the record straight. Love and marriage is not Valentines Day. And here’s why.
Read MoreIt’s summer and we’re in the trenches. Perhaps that’s just our new face. Our in the trenches always face. Perhaps that’s what comes with the territory of having 4 kids. And although it’s summer, it’s certainly not a relaxed perfect break. It’s chaotic and busy as ever. And although my husband is not one for chaos, and I clearly embrace it with every inch, deep down, I know he will miss this busy baby stage of life too. And here’s why.
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