Holy moly, we are building a house. A home! The place we believe could be our final move. Well, maybe not our final - we're still debating on how to spend retirement - living in a big ol' house without our kids waiting on grandchildren, or renting a place in Tuscany and traveling all over. But I digress...
Guest post by Dadda
My wife recently enjoyed a delightful and relaxing women’s trip to the beach. She enjoyed six days and five nights of bliss away from all of the daily rigors of life. When she came home she was rosy cheeked and smiling. For me, well, let’s just say that when she came home my appearance resembled something more akin to an over-the-hill prize fighter that had just lost a boxing match.
Don’t get me wrong, I’m glad my wife had time to get away, but I’m also thankful that she will not be leaving again anytime soon.
Marriage is hard. You ask anyone and if they are being honest (might you say authentic), they will tell you the same thing.
So how is the picture of me (toes in the sand, no children or husband in sight) relevant to me working on my marriage??? Read on...
I wish I had known how luxurious sick days use to be. Not that being sick is ever fun, but I remember when it meant staying home from work, binge watching TV (and the choices for binge watching options are so much better now - it's a shame!) on the couch and sleeping soundly to the aftertaste of NyQuil.
My sick days this past week were nothing like that.
My thoughts on this started earlier in the week when an old pal posted this on her Facebook wall.
Wife, mom and full-time marketing pro. Diet coke addict. Auburn fan (and alumn). Christian - striving to comprehend grace.