Valentine’s Day Round Up
Yay, it’s almost Valentine’s Day! Here’s a round up of CampClemian goodness for you, wheeeee!!! FOOD Let’s kick off the celebration with a couple of yummy treats: Oreo pops, anyone? […]
Category Archives: marriage
How To Be A Pastor’s Wife {and be yourself}
When my sweet husband and I got married a dozen years ago in the church where he had already been serving for a couple of years, he gave me several […]
Valentine’s Day Round Up: My Fave Cards & Crafts
Wow, y’all. I am exhausted! But I love a good day of kid-partying! Yesterday morning, our third-grader’s class had a special snack scheduled, so we hosted a mini pancake buffet. […]
Man Food for The Big Game Tonight
Let’s face it, I care as much about football as I do about the finer points of underwater basket weaving. BUT I do love a theme. And I do love […]
Just Thankful {for this guy}
Very thankful that my personal facebook newsfeed is no longer clogged with political propaganda but instead with daily expressions of thanksgiving. Phewf! And I have to tell you one big […]
For My Husband {but y’all can read it too}
Oh honey-bunny, being married to you is the best. Thanks for courting me, protecting me, proposing to me, marrying me, encouraging me, inspiring me, leading me, nurturing me, challenging me, […]
Treat Him Like A Stranger {and how to love your husband}
As a Christ-follower, I am often exhorted to love strangers like family, but I say that sometimes we also need to love our family like strangers. I am gently reminded […]
Confession: We’ve Threatened The “D” Word In Our Marriage
I, _____, take you ______, to be my wedded husband. To have and to hold, from this day forward, for better, for worse, for richer, for poorer, in sickness and […]
Eclectic Gifts {and how to love your family}
Asheville is a totally artsy place, apparently an “upcoming hipster community”… whatever that means. Folks ’round here carry their own grocery bags & eat whole foods & have vegetable gardens […]
Trash Talk {and how to love your husband}
Taking out the trash. It’s not glamorous. It’s stinky. It’s grody. There are diapers involved. And it is never-ending. As soon as my husband has removed a full bag and […]
