I want to tell you about my husband. Every time I take Buzz out for a ride, Adam hooks up the horse trailer. When I get back, he carefully parks
I want to tell you about my husband. Every time I take Buzz out for a ride, Adam hooks up the horse trailer. When I get back, he carefully parks
Today Adam and I have been married for nine years. I’m notorious for never knowing how long we’ve been together, but for some reason nine is hitting me this year.
It’s no surprise that Adam and I are a little worn out as we walk through a tough season. Emotionally, spiritually and relationally we are burning the proverbial candle at
Adam and I are celebrators. We love birthdays, holidays, anniversaries, weddings and parties of any kind. These are chances to reflect on what’s been and look forward to the future
I can be a roommate to my husband pretty easily. We’re both easy to get along with, we pick up after ourselves, we grab a beer from the fridge for
For six weeks, from mid-September until the last day of October, every meal we had at home was either from the grill or Crock-Pot. (Actually, we added a microwave about
(Inspired by Katie’s “I remember” post) I remember, as a little girl, being held in my dad’s strong arms as we ducked under the pounding Southern California surf, over and
I’m sure that most of you have heard The Proposal Story, and if you haven’t, you don’t want to because you’re either disenchanted with the whole “love” thing, totally happy
I went on one of the most awesome dates of my life last night. Tyrone Wells played at the Coach House in San Juan Capistrano, and Adam and I went