I was worried and I couldn’t shut my brain off. It scared me shitless and I wasn’t sure why. I was an adult with life experience. What was the problem? DH and I were talking about moving. Granted, we’ve…
Category : Love
Love
Our house needs more streaking
One weekday morning, I was working from home at the kitchen table, absorbed in a training document. Suddenly, I heard a boom, boom, boom in the hallway. I knew DH was in the bedroom but what was that odd…
Love
Why it’s okay if he doesn’t listen
I really am okay when DH isn’t listening to me. Let me explain. I do love when DH listens to me intently, asks questions, comments thoughtfully. That attention makes me feel loved and supported. He knows I like to…
Love
The head turner with the silver hair
On a whim, I posted this on social media: “For the past few years, I have told my hairdressers to let the grey show. We call the silver strands ‘platinum highlights.’ Dyeing them away is a losing battle, after…
Love
When did the passion ebb away?
Part 1: I hug him, my lips on his soft cheek. I kiss him and leave my lips there, breathing in his warmth, my body remembering years of this same embrace. “I know we’re not in the same place…
Love
Have some standards, man
I stood looking at DH. He had not shaved in several days. His hair was sticking out at all angles. He had been wearing the same clothes for three days, like he’d just returned from backpacking. He was a…
