The original version of this post was published on Project Inspired. Read the original here.
I’ve done some very embarrassing things around cute guys—such as being so caught up in trying to seem cool that I didn’t see a garbage can in the road…and ran it over with my car. (Yup, true story.) Or thinking, during the first hour of our first date, that I’d found the guy I was going to marry. (Only I hadn’t. I very much hadn’t.)
As the years passed, I started to learn from my mistakes. I realized there are some things you just should not do on a date—especially not on a first date! So I’ve put them all in a list here, and I’m hoping they can help you, too (or at least provide you with a few laughs).
I’m a sucker for romantic comedies. I especially love the ones where the woman is clearly blind and doesn’t see that he’s the one. Open your eyes, lady! He’s everything you want and need…and more! Can’t you see that he’s madly in love with you? ARE YOU EVEN PAYING ATTENTION?! And then, when she finally realizes that the man of her dreams is right in front of her, I just want to start throwing up some praise hands. I mean, can I get an AMEN? 🙌
More times than not, if you run into me while I’m out and about, my son is attached to my hip. At almost 15 months, he’s my constant companion. I cherish every second I get with him, especially because I’m not a stay-at-home mom. Our time together is so precious, so valuable.
One of my toughest days as a mom was the day I returned to work. I still live with residual guilt from this decision.
Because my time with my son is limited, I find myself engrossed with all things Everett. We play trucks, we read books, we dance and sing…I cram everything I can fit within the two and a half hours before bedtime. Sometimes it feels like I am trying to prove to myself that I am a devoted mom, because I chose to go back to work instead of staying home with my little boy.
So, where does this leave my husband? How do I find time to show Ryan the same level of love and devotion?
On Tuesdays I have just one class in the morning — and it doesn’t start until 11. So to treat myself, I wake up naturally, eat yummy oatmeal, and catch up on the Bachelor.
I know, I know, many of you probably think that the Bachelor is a terrible show … and to be honest, I do not disagree with you. But I can’t stop watching it! It has become so addictive. My friends and I like to cuddle up on the couch with whatever snacks we are feeling, and we cannot stop laughing at all the ridiculous things the girls say or do.
This show really helps me feel so smart for choosing to stay single.
I am a 20-year-old going to a Christian university that seems very focused on relationships and this concept of “Ring by Spring.” My friends and I like to have “raw like almond” conversations (as I like to call them) about the deep desire to be in a relationship, and the way we are wrestling with the Lord, trying to figure out His purpose in our singleness.
Okay, here’s my confession: I’ve only been married for FOUR months. So I’m thinking I’m not quite an expert on the subject.
In fact, I know I am absolutely a work in progress when it comes to the role of being a wife. But I also know this, I LOVE being my husband’s wife.
Being single in middle school didn’t seem like a big deal.
I remember sleepovers with friends, talking about the perfect guy we’d meet in college, and what our dream wedding would be like. In fact, dating didn’t even cross my mind in middle school, because, of course, I would meet “the one” when I got to college…
If you’ve ever wondered if something was wrong with you…
…or wondered if you’ll ever fall in love…
…or if your heart cried over all the adventures you’ll have to tell your husband about someday, instead of make with him…
I’ve been there.
“He has made everything beautiful in its time.” – Ecclesiastes 3:11
This verse sits framed on a shelf in my kitchen — a constant reminder that God provides everything at the right time…even if it’s not my timing.
I’m sitting here at my favorite place on earth: a local coffee shop.
The glossy, wooden tables and deep red walls set nicely against the Alaskan mountains in the distance. That’s right: I’m at a coffee shop in Anchorage, Alaska! (Can I just take a moment to do a happy dance?!) My husband James had some clients to see up here, and we decided to turn it into our one-year anniversary trip!
You see, this week is a big week. Yesterday was our first wedding anniversary. Thursday is my 30th birthday.
And this past weekend was my “13 Going on 30” birthday party — celebrating both my inner teen and 30-year-old body.
The party was complete with hair & body glitter, a candy bar, Polaroids and a “yearbook” to sign, and was held in a COFFEE SHOP. (I felt SO LOVED — thanks to my hubby and bestie for throwing this amazing party!!)
Below I’ve included a couple photos — I try not to put people up on my social media without their permission, so I’ve included one of me and two of my closest girlfriends (we tried painting our eyes bright teenage colors though you can’t see it well here) as well as one of me and my hubby, James. 🙂