There is so much to say on this topic. This topic, of course, being why I waited to have sex until I was married to my husband, Joel Sexy-Pants Land. Continue reading ““Why I Waited” Part 1 |Our First Kiss”
This was the first place Joel and I ever ventured to as husband and wife. It’s 30 minutes from Asheville and just East of Black Mountain and Old Fort, North Carolina. A perfect getaway, still close enough to civilization to enjoy a nice dinner out. Joel took me here for the first leg of our honeymoon in 2013. And he took me there again for our anniversary last year. Continue reading “The Inn on Mill Creek”
On Oct. 20th, my sweet Joel Randy and I celebrated four whole years of marriage. We celebrated on a hammock strung between two trees at Chester Frost park and asked each other questions like, “Do you remember what our first dates were like?” Or “What do you think has changed the most about me since those early dating years?” It doesn’t matter though, really. Cause whoever he is now is stuck with whoever I am now. That’s the beauty of marriage. 😉 Continue reading “What Four Years Looks Like”
Touch is powerful. When Joel and I held hands for the first time, it was electric. I don’t mean to sound dramatic here, but Joel had only hugged me or lightly put his arm around me for at least the first couple months of our relationship. So on a chilly night in early spring, fire crackling in front of us, Joel slipped his fingers through mine. Finger. By. Finger. The butterflies came up out of my tummy and into my throat. I’ve never seen Joel act in impulse. This wasn’t just hormonal or emotional, it was intentional. There was purpose behind it. He didn’t just have an urge to touch me and do it. He was saying I was important. Worth his time. He was saying he saw a future with me and was ready for whatever was next on our great adventure. He wasn’t acting on an in the moment “feeling…” Continue reading “I Got a Feelin’…”
My favorite premarital advice was from a friend of my mom’s. She said, “When your husband tells you he didn’t know, believe him. He really didn’t know.” I giggled. Boys. So clueless, right? I think we women enjoy eye-rolling at our men a little too much. They’re cute, but oh so dumb.
I have been a performer my whole life. At three years old I could smell a camera like a dog smells bacon. I was always “on”. Even in my room, by myself. I would pretend like I was the star of a TV show. As I grew older, I found myself getting parts in plays and musicals. Solos at church. Making the audition choirs. A lot of times it was probably because I was the only child that didn’t have stage fright. In fact, I had back stage fright. From the age of three to the age of twenty-three, I have been on stage. Continue reading “Backstage for the First Time”
There is something about North Dakota. It’s not that it’s magical. And it’s not that it’s prettier than anywhere else. And there definitely isn’t a lot to do. But every time I’m up here, I feel like the smoke of the everyday clears and I can think better. Maybe it’s the air. The wind that constantly blows. Or maybe it’s all the delicious homemade meals. Continue reading “Bismarck, Summer 2016”