Category: Marriage

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We Graduated!!!

We did it! We graduated a kid and we survived. Actually, Garreth and I did more than survive; we glittered joy on the entire big week. Listen, graduating a kid is no small thing. But add to that the dynamics of differing expectations, varying levels of emotional bandwith, logistical chaos, and, well, it’s a recipe for a mini disaster. Garreth and I excel in crisis situations (the sweet spot of our marriage is the hospital)...

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Hangers

I recently found myself recalling our home renovation project to a friend. It made me go back to the Bowie House blog and re-read everything. I still can’t quite believe my community came together to make my home accessible for Aidan. Amazing! I have a few posts I’d like to re-share from those days. Enjoy! ***** Nineteen years ago Garreth moved my clothes from one apartment to another while I was taking final exams. We...

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Sweet Spots and Sunsets

This is me hard at work…honestly. All of that sitting and sunning and swimming is not really how I do vacation. When Aidan was still young and floppy and fragile, Garreth and I went to Quebec City together. It was less of a vacation and more of an escape. I remember go, see, do. Keep moving. Don’t think of your other life, the one full of doctors and therapists and tummy time and tubes. For...

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A Letter to My Valentine

Luv, Do you remember our first Valentine’s Day?  You blindfolded me at the end of dinner and we drove off together. I knew where we were, the twists and turns of the road were familiar. My rightness frustrated you, not for the last time, so you drove into a parking lot and did donuts leaving me confused. You led me out of the car and into a quiet house. There was soft music playing and...

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A Letter to My Husband

I’m re-posting this letter I wrote to Garreth for our 18th anniversary because this is an important week to remember that we’re on the same team. Somehow the stress of dealing with Aidan’s medical issues brings out the best in us. I’ve written before about how My Husband is not Romantic but that he Pinky Swears that he loves me. *************** Luv, You asked me one night as we locked fingers in bed if I’d...