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?
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.
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.
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. 🙂
So here we are at age 30. Just twelve short months that seem to contain a lifetime have passed since we said “I do.” And every day, I am so thankful we did.
Here is one more guest post from my mom, in response to these two questions:
How can I be happy being single?
How do I break the cycle of always needing to have a boyfriend?
Here are my mom’s thoughts — profound and so helpful as always! 🙂
Questions about Singleness (by Pati Robison)
Wow! These are hard questions to answer. Especially because the longing to be married isn’t sinful or unbiblical. In fact, just the opposite is true!
The desire for a long term marriage relationship is God-given.
In Genesis 2:18, God says, “It is not good for the man to be alone.” He was talking about this specific man, yet verse 24 indicates that this condition of needing a companion continues for all of mankind.
For a woman the condition is no different. Before God created Eve, she was, in a sense, a part of Adam, “for she was taken out of the man.” Both men and women are somewhat incomplete without a marital partner. Hence, the desire for a spouse is an excellent desire.
This is the question that plagued me all through high school, college, and my early 20s: How will I know if someone is the one I want to spend my life with?
I thought it would be a gut feeling. I thought that somewhere deep inside, my heart would immediately know when I met “the one.”
And that did happen for me. Three different times. With three different guys. And sadly, none of them were my husband James!
You basically can’t get much more newlywed than us, so friends keep asking what our most shocking discovery of marriage has been thus far, and each time we say:
We can’t sleep while cuddling!
At least not yet. James’s body is just SO WARM, it’s like my own space heater! So at first I’m curled up next to him, shaking with cold, but then next thing you know I’m throwing off the covers from what feels like heat stroke!
(And James does not like when I throw off the covers. He likes his covers to be like “lasagna,” with every layer pulled up nice and high, and so he starts asking why I’m messing up his “lasagna.”) (Only he would describe his cover arrangements as one of his favorite meals.)
That question tormented me all through high school…and college…and my twenties.
- “What if I miss him?”
- “What if I marry the wrong person?”
- “What if I never meet ‘the one’?”
And then it would all come back around to: “How do I know if someone is ‘the one’?”
I’m not even going to pretend to know the answer to that question. I may be married, but that “knowing” still feels very much a mystery.
However, I do want to share the things that made me feel incredibly confident that I wanted to marry James (my husband of 10 weeks. You can’t get much more newlywed than us! ;-))
I never thought I’d feel confident about getting married; I was terrified of the prospect with the guys I previously dated! And yet…I walked down the aisle without fear. Full of excitement.
So this blog is about why I was quite sure that James was “my one.”
And how meeting “the one” three times helped me find “my one.”