One night last week, Joseph and I were getting ready for bed – brushing teeth, washing faces, etc. And, just like that, as I was lathering my face with soap, Joseph picked up the head of his toothbrush, flipped it, and caught it mid-air by the handle. ‘What was that?! I’ve never seen you do that!’ I said as I burst out laughing. ‘Are you kidding? This is how I pick up my toothbrush every night!’ he replied. ‘Really?!’ The whole scene was hilarious to me. I couldn’t stop laughing about it. But the thing is, Joseph and...

(This post was originally published on All Will Be Well) To know Dan was to love him. To be in his presence was to be loved. On May 17, my world stopped when Dan took his last breath that ended his 33 years of life, his five-year battle with leukemia, and our four years of marriage. My hopes (our hopes), my dreams (our dreams), my vows to him (our sacred marriage vows), were abruptly shattered in the quietest hours of the day. That morning, I became a widow at the age of 29. I won’t share the intimate details of our last days and...

I’m fairly new to the whole military wife thing and my body is still adjusting to nights without my husband at home when he is training or is on duty overnight. I miss his presence at home and struggle to settle down and let my body relax. At first, I couldn’t figure out what it was exactly that was keeping me up. But, after some late night research, I discovered that my inability to calm down and decrease stress hormones in my body, was related to my husbands absence. Even though cuddling was often interrupted by our little ones nightmares...

“So, what are your plans in college?” I was a freshman and had only known Anthony a couple weeks when he asked me that question. I had known its answer long before I got to college. I imagined campus life to be like the American Pie movies. I wanted to hit up the parties (read: keg stands) and especially the women (read: maybe get lucky with my pants down). I didn’t tell him this, but at that point in my life, I had been chasing girls since I could remember feeling blood pump in my veins. Having had sex in high school and now free...

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Caitlin began to lean in to hug me and then paused. “Do you just want to talk about it?” she asked. I looked up at her with a sense of relief because all I truly needed was a conversation, not a hug. We were several weeks into a mission trip in urban Chicago and during that time Caitlin and I had grown very close. When others saw me upset, their first instinct always seemed to be to reach out and hug me, but Caitlin had begun to pick up on what truly helped me to feel loved and supported. Nicole and her Boyfriend. Thrown together—along...

Having a baby at 19 didn’t so much change me, as it did shape me. At such a young age, I hadn’t yet decided who I was prior to my daughter arriving. Being a mom was the only identity I knew. Christi and her daughters. When my five year-old daughter was beginning school, I had been a stay-at-home mom for 12 years. All I knew was married motherhood. I’d spent all those years caring for and nurturing 2 little girls, a husband and a home. And now my youngest child was leaving me with time on my hands I didn’t know what to do with....

I’m willing to sacrifice a lot for the right girl, even on a first date. Like the time I scheduled one during Game 7 of the Minnesota Wild’s playoff series this past April. You read that right: Game 7. This girl, let’s call her “Sofia,” was gorgeous. Her beauty was enough to make a man nervous, and I was not exempt. Walking tentatively, yet intentionally, through the first few minutes of our date, I had one goal: make a good first impression. I typically hate small talk, but it’s a nice way to warm up to a person, get a feel...

His text message read, “I am so, so, so, so, so in love with you.” There were about 50 “so’s” in it. I smiled to myself and rolled my eyes. When we were dating, my husband would never say, “I love you,” because he only wanted to say those words to one person… his wife. He went on and on about how it is easy to be in love with someone, but marrying someone means choosing to love them for the rest of their life. I understood what he was trying to say, but thought it was a little silly that he wouldn’t tell me he loved me,...

I’ve had a long day. My arms are tired from jostling our five week old baby. It wouldn’t be that hard if I were just jostling him. In fact, that sounded like a vacation to me. I’ve been jostling and juggling our two and four year old as well. It’s 5pm and my husband, Anthony, won’t be home for another hour and a half. Our older children have fought, whined, and cried their way through the entire day. At one point, I had all three on my laps with the older two arguing over who could hold their brother. No one left happily. Nell...

My first few years of adult life, I was somewhat of a mess. I was working 2 to 3 part time jobs while I finished classes necessary for my long term job hopes. Between work and classes, my schedule was pretty unpredictable. I didn’t want to lose touch with friends or miss out on fun things, so I went to EVERYTHING I could in between shifts. Meg out with her friends. I stayed up way too late—even when I had to work early in the mornings. I was eating out almost constantly—which wasn’t good for my body or my bank account. And my room...