March 3, 1979. That was a big day. I got married. Well, actually I had a wedding. It would take me years to figure out how to be married. At the time of the wedding I thought I was in love. I had no idea what it meant to love. Not really. Love is patient, love is kind.
I’ve been a bit silent over the course of the last six months only posting a couple of times. I’ve been busy with grandkids and trips here and there (Hi Marla in N. Dakota!). However, that isn’t the real reason. The real reason is that in just a few short months I had bogged
It has been two weeks since my MOPS talk on December 5th. The morning went well. Very well. I love to speak in front of a group of women when (1) they actually want to hear what I have to say! and (2) I am passionate about the subject. Marriage is such a subject. It is
I’m frequently asked to speak at mommy groups – MOPS, Mom2Mom, and the like. Sometimes I speak by myself, sometimes with Ken. The topic is always marriage. We have an upcoming speaking engagement on December 5th and I’ve been mulling over what aspect of marriage to focus on. As I was putting on some makeup
The other day my husband told me about another marriage in trouble. Seems the grass was looking a lot greener on the other side of the fence! Hardly a day goes by that I don’t hear of another betrayal. Another devastated family. One spouse walks out. The other spouse and children (if any) are left in