Our bedroom is the place where the five of us (dog and cat included) come together in sanctuary and serenity each night—fourteen legs, five beating hearts, one family.
I find myself questioning how to address what is happening around my community—and in our country—to my children.
I went straight out of treatment back into real life. There was no fabulous vacation to celebrate survival; no revelations about personal growth.
With three kids, a mortgage, and a fridge full of squeeze pouches and Costco wine, I forget. More often than not,
They are so small, these kindnesses are nearly invisible—specks in the vastness of our marriage. But they add up.
I attempted to wrangle the iPad away from the toddler, who was using a stubby arm of the case for a chew toy.
Maybe couples who seem like they’ve got an “easy” marriage have really had to fight for it, just like we have, and love has come more easily over time.
It’s just that I don’t want to know what yelling tastes like on my lips. You see, before I was even married, I decided something: It will stop here. It stops here.
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Mom and Dad? If I go somewhere else to college or something, I can always come back to Montana, right? Because I know I will always want to be in Montana.