Oh, David. This whole thing has become a tradition. Me writing about us on our anniversaries is basically like the State of the Union. The state of OUR union. We’ve really taken that whole “in sickness and in health” thing literally. From kidney stones, to a broken ankle, to that funky mole that needed to be looked at by more than my Web MD medical degree. To our mental health – and the mental health of our children. To this ADHD journey. Laughter and tears. We’ve taken the “for richer or poorer” thing pretty literally, too. Life through us some curve balls, but you grabbed your mitt and played ball. Thank you for supporting me in my writing and for making me feel valuable in our new Jesus adventure in Kids Ministry. None of this stuff sounds romantic, but my love for you grows and what we have runs deeper…


I set my purse down on the kitchen counter along with some groceries for Pops. A cherry trivet sat on the stove next to its last working burner. The oven portion of the appliance no longer worked either. You see, the oven was an original fixture of the house, built in the 1950’s- much like its residents. This was Chris’s childhood home. She loved living in it as an adult, and having grandkids over to swim in the pool. My eyes drifted over to the old red kettle perched on that back burner. Pops made Mom a cup of tea every night. Constant Comment was her favorite. Without fail, I would tease her mercilessly about it. A woman known for her quick, witty repartee whose favorite tea was CONSTANT COMMENT?! What could be more perfect?! It was low hanging comedic fruit, but I’m not too proud. The kettle sat. Red…