There is this misconception that I have it made being married to Mr. Family First, Mark Merrill. People love my husband, with good reason. He is all about people and most of all his wife and children. He lives, breathes and eats family as the founder and president of Family First, author of All Pro Dad, speaker, blogger and on and on! However, he is human–a very good sort of human, but human none-the-less. And so I struggle at times to…
Today was a really hard day for my husband. I believe when I am a “good” wife I have the ability to make a bad day better. I can make him smile. Today I did not. I was disgruntled. I was selfishly bent on voicing my needs and a directive on how he could and should be a “good” husband. I did not know it would be a hard day. Things just happened. But I do know, now, that I…
When a Cheeto marries a Dorito it can work, but it is not easy because they are different chips. I am a Cheeto – mild, munchy crunchy, not very sharp and predictably cheesy. My husband is a Dorito – bold, powerfully crunchy, sharp if you are not careful how you chew and often accompanied by dips. We look alike – both chips, but we operate very differently. Sometimes the Cheeto doesn’t want to be in the same bowl with the…
The sorry flowers delivery was ten days in the making. I moved on Friday, in the Florida, August heat, after a year of not seeing my stuff that was boxed by strangers after the flood and stored for a year. I unpacked, sorted, sifted, and purged for four days until 2:00 a.m. because the workman were demanding my attention from 8:00 a.m. until 5:00 p.m. and I couldn’t get in, out and around them to unpack. On day five, I loaded…
I am declaring April a month of spring fever for my marriage. 30 days of thinking about Mark instead of being consumed by the kids, work, the book, the house renovation, the move in July, the dog’s scratching allergy, etc, etc, etc. I am hoping the 30 Day Marriage Challenge will shower him with so much love that it produces a blooming summer! Print yours here! …
And I am not stupid. So when I am hit with the same pang of conviction twice in one week I am smart enough to know God is trying to show me something. Pang #1 hit me during a casual conversation with a friend at the football field. My friend was sharing with me about her husband. She was gushing about him, she said that he amazed her and on and on and on. Hmm, I couldn’t remember the last…
I stand before you a humble, convicted date night killer. Nine times out of ten, if the date goes into sudden death, it was my fault. I have no excuse. It is a simple two-count misdemeanor so deceptively innocent that it can snuff out a date faster than a baby can spit up on a silk blouse. Misdemeanor #1 – a wrong attitude I am on the date with my husband who, by the way, is totally focused on me, desiring…