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13 Years…..

Thirteen years of marriage today.  I was 23 and Dan had just celebrated his 26th birthday earlier that month.

We were young and in love and so ready to take that next step into our forever.  This photo captures a funny moment during our vows when Dan was reciting his portion and he repeated the vows “for richer or poorer” and he said:

“For richer and much much poorer.”

Ha!!! And our pastor laughed and told him “You can’t get much poorer than you are now!”

I think, in the course of 13 years, we have learned a lot during our time in our marriage.

13 years of constantly growing.

13 years of saying I am sorry.

13 years of I love you.

13 years of extending grace to one another when disappointments or failed expectations are evident.

13 years of constantly learning how to love one another in our love language (I am acts of service and words of affirmation. Dan is physical touch and gifts..and we still get these wrong!!!!)

We have seen extreme valleys and hardships. We have experienced incredible blessing on mountaintops. God has gifted us with two incredible human beings that we love to death and would do anything for.

We have had to learn, over and over again, to fight for each other, because no one else will.  No one outside of our marriage will fight for us.

That doesn’t mean they don’t love us. Others want good for us.

But when the hard times have come on us, we have had to learn how to lay down our weapons and not fight against each other, as though we were one opposing teams.

We fight side by side. We carry each other’s burdens. We go through hard times together.

And we celebrate in victory together.  Because of the ONE who has bonded us together.

We are going through a valley right now, but I know the end is on the other side.

And even if it is not, He is still good.

And I will still have him by my side.

Happy anniversary to my love.


The Widow Maker

Yesterday was a blur. And mostly because Monday did not happen like it normally does.

I was in my groove. I was working, I was getting my 7 Day Keep It Simple challengers ready to kick off on Monday. I was conversing with friends, and I was enjoying a peaceful and productive day.

That changed quickly after phone call from my sister. My Dad had suffered a heart attack and was in the hospital. 

That I needed to hurry. I don’t even remember responding at first. I think she even asked me if I was still on the line. I was in tears and thankfully, Dan was home and got up and was right at my side.

All I remember was being frantic, trying to figure out how to head to the hospital, which was an hour away from us, how to get the kids. Should we take the kids? Did we even have time? Was my Dad even alive? I had no other info except “heart attack” and “get to hospital”.

Dan decided to drive us because I was just in no condition to drive. I was shaking. 

I remember yelling out “Not today God. You can’t take him today.”

I wasn’t trying to boss God around, although my husband now jokes that I was being bossy. But I was desperate. It is was in my pleading and praying that I had no other words or thoughts except “No. Please NO.”

I am sure there are theological errors in how I prayed yesterday. I will let God correct me.

My Dad is alive. We got to the hospital. He was talking. He was joking with us. I could tell he was trying to brush it off a little bit. I am sure it was a little humbling with your entire family there, especially your grown daughters, clucking and crying over you. I don’t like people asking me what is wrong or worrying over me. I get that from my Dad. 

They called it the Widow Maker, the heart attack my Dad had. Most men that experience this type of heart attack don’t even make it to the hospital. Death is not instant but it is almost always certain. He almost died. I cried all the way to the hospital and suddenly in the room, hearing the Doctor share what they had to do in order to help fix him and stabilize him. I am still processing everything. I am not even sure if this post makes any sense. 

I left the hospital thanking God for His mercy. That my Daddy is still here. Changes are going to have to be made. My Dad had to cancel some big trips and plans. But I would much rather have him here.

This morning, I woke up a little more heavy hearted, but ready.

I did some yoga from Beachbody on Demand and spent time listening to worship music and praying.

Listening to my Mom and my Aunt talk about our health family history put all of this in perspective.

It was a wake up call again for me. Our family is a ticking time bomb of health concerns. Cancer. Diabetes. Heart Disease. That runs in my family. But I don’t have to play victim. I can’t prevent everything from happening to me. I don’t have that kind of power.

But I can be pro-active. I can choose to eat differently. I can know my family health history and live in a way that can reduce my risks. This is in no way to shame my Daddy. I am so thankful.

But I am wide awake right now. I well aware of the dangers. I have always a researcher. You better believe when I got home last night that I started researching for my Daddy. For myself. For my family. 

Because just because it is a part of your family history doesn’t mean you have to just take it lying down. I am too stubborn to live that way. That is not a hill I am willing to die on. 

So far, our prayers are that there was little to no permanent damage to his heart. He will be at the hospital for the next few days. I am so grateful to this community. Thank you in advance for praying for us. Your outpouring of love and support on social media has been overwhelming and we are so incredibly humbled and grateful. 

Be a Size You,


My Valentine 

It is easy to criticize your spouse rather than share all the good things about them. Marriage is the hardest relationship you will have. Don’t let the world fool you into believing that loving a spouse shouldn’t be that hard.

Loving a human being who also happens to be a sinner just like you is HARD. It will require a lot of grace. A lot of forgiveness. A lot of communication. A lot of hugging and walking it out. When it comes to humanity, love is hard.

I want to share with you my Valentine. He doesn’t appear on my social media pages very often. In fact, he would rather not have his picture taken. So when he does make an appearance, I like to tease him a little bit and make a big announcement. He just rolls his eyes 😂.

I try to catch photos of him doing what he is meant to be doing. 

Teaching. Sharing. Playing with his kids. Hanging out with me.

He will never tell you what he is good at. You have to ask. You have to dig. You have to be willing to dig deep and then push him to do the things he is good at.

He is not an insecure man. But he is encouraged by words of affirmation. Gifts encourage him. When I am affectionate and smile at him, it moves him to do more and to move mountains. 

He is BEYOND generous. I cannot tell you how many times I, the budget nerd, will have to tell him to stop buying lunch for fellow staff and friends because I didn’t calculate it in the budget. He will never stop though. He spoils me with gifts and he regularly buys the kids little things just because he thinks of them.And truthfully, God takes care of us. I would rather have a generous, loving man and a little less in the bank account, than an abundance of cash with a cold heart. My prayer with my business is that I can make more than enough so he can continue to be generous, and I won’t have to yell at him 😂. 

He is a leader, but he is not boastful. He has an uncanny ability to find leaders, even in people most would not expect to be leaders. At our old college group, he found kids that had a heart for Jesus but unsure how to serve. He gave them a chance on the leadership team. Quite a few discovered their calling to serve the local church. THAT is what a leader does. He inspires. Equips. And let’s them go do their thing. 

He is a great teacher. He loves reading God’s word and learning. He loves to share with you what God has taught Him. It is hard to believe that at one point in his life, this man struggled with a learning disability as a child, and was told he probably wouldn’t get through college. I am inspired by his story.

Our marriage has had a lot of road bumps. We have had job loss. We struggled to love each other through hard times. Hurtful words have been said. We have had to forgive each other over and over again. We have had to say I love you over and over again.

I am so proud of this man I call my husband. He is happy to let me do my thing on social media. Behind the scenes, know that I have this strong, Jesus loving man encouraging me through every day and loving this hard to love gal. 

Happy Valentine’s Day, my love,