In honor of our thirteen years of stubbornly staying together, through thick and thin, I bring you:
13 Years and Stronger than Ever
Today marks Kevin's and I's 13th wedding anniversary. Many would say thirteen is an unlucky number, but in fact, it has proved us completely lucky over the years. In fact, we were married on the thirteenth of October - a date known to have the most Friday the Thirteenths in history.
In honor of our thirteen years of stubbornly staying together, through thick and thin, I bring you:
In honor of our thirteen years of stubbornly staying together, through thick and thin, I bring you:
7 Questions to Ask Before You Geo-Bachelor
I often get asked the question, "what made you decide to stay behind?" I typically laugh, because, well, its a loaded question. I can't say there was one thing that truly made my family and I decide that by staying behind, it would be better for us.
But there are definitely conversations or decisions you can have to help your family decide if you should go "full geo" - or geo-bachelor - families separated by distance, not by love.
The Toddler Years (Part Duex)
I'm going to go out on a limb here and proclaim that I am sorry. I am sorry for taking pity on you and your toddler. Instead, I now envy you.
You may not realize it, but as I have perused through the aisles at Target, I have seen your toddlers throw themselves on the floor over wanting a stick of cheese. I have watched as you plead, beg, and negotiate with your little terrorist whose demands are making you look like a fool. Through all your horror and desperation, I've seen you look at me with a glimmer of hope still in your eye, as I pass you by.
Yes, there is hope. You've seen my daughter pushing the cart next to me, sipping on a Starbucks drink, and carrying on a conversation about her latest crush at school. Truly, every time I pass by a mother with little ones, I thank my lucky stars every day that my little one grew out of that stage. Thank God, those two years are a distant memory.
You may not realize it, but as I have perused through the aisles at Target, I have seen your toddlers throw themselves on the floor over wanting a stick of cheese. I have watched as you plead, beg, and negotiate with your little terrorist whose demands are making you look like a fool. Through all your horror and desperation, I've seen you look at me with a glimmer of hope still in your eye, as I pass you by.
Yes, there is hope. You've seen my daughter pushing the cart next to me, sipping on a Starbucks drink, and carrying on a conversation about her latest crush at school. Truly, every time I pass by a mother with little ones, I thank my lucky stars every day that my little one grew out of that stage. Thank God, those two years are a distant memory.
MilCents: Find Your Financial Freedom
When my husband met me, my finances were a mess. Our agreement was he would take over and help right my wrongs and I would stop being so impulsive. We've both held up our ends of the arrangement, him better than I at times (there's still that darn Target store that eats me alive...)
Why am I confessing such financial sins for all internet onlookers to see and judge?
Gone is Gone
I recently sat around a table with some amazing military spouses. These men and women from across the country opened my eyes to the challenges facing so many of you out there. But what really struck a chord with me was we shared one common thread: our partners, at one time, were away when something bad happened.
This something bad could have been a flat tire, or it could have been the loss of a relative. It didn't matter, because to each of us, at that one moment in time, we couldn't reach over to the one person who could make it better: our partner.
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