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What Four Years Looks Like

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. šŸ˜‰ Continue reading “What Four Years Looks Like”

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I Got a Feelin’…

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’…”

I’m a wife coach (by Joel)

Everyone needs a coach. Even the most elite athletes competing in the Olympics all have coaches, but why?

ThereĀ are just some things we can’t see ourselves. Continue reading “I’m a wife coach (by Joel)”

I Don’t Speak Husband

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.

Continue reading “I Don’t Speak Husband”

Backstage for the First Time

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 wouldĀ  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”

Bismarck, Summer 2016

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”

I Didn’t Marry My Best Friend

Joel Land is my best friend, make no mistake.

But he wasn’t when we got married. Continue reading “I Didn’t Marry My Best Friend”

Don’t Try This at Home | by Joel

Disclaimer: Joel is stubborn. Stubborn as a baby. Stubborn as a boy. Stubborn as a man and a hus-ban. In a working relationship, they say you’re supposed to be a servant. And it turns out that just because “stubborn” also starts with an “s” doesn’t mean it’s also good for a relationship. Continue reading “Don’t Try This at Home | by Joel”

Sometimes I Don’t Wanna Kiss Joel

It’s not that I want to not kiss him.

I just want to engage with him in a different way. Continue reading “Sometimes I Don’t Wanna Kiss Joel”

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