Merry Imperfect Christmas. It was the theme of a Christmas chapel for college students. I was there, but I didn’t expect to be particularly encouraged. They have piles of exams, and I have piles of kids and stepkids. Our
“What was your favourite part about our camping trip?” My husband and I looked expectantly at our three-year-old. This was last Tuesday. We were just back from a four-day family adventure on Vancouver Island. The ferry boat ride, digging holes
“Will you always be my stepmom?” Down went the clean laundry I was busy folding. I looked up. My stepson was watching me intently. It was just the two of us, in a rare bit of quiet. I searched for
Something was wrong between us. The symptoms were subtle, not easy to pinpoint. I couldn’t diagnose the problem. My husband was being too nice. Our marriage was shiny and new, only a few months old. We were newlyweds, at
The rude awakening came about two weeks into our newborn marriage. And by rude awakening, I mean just that. It was not long after dawn on a Saturday morning. Curled up next to my new husband, I was deliciously asleep.
Our wedding anniversary falls on Good Friday this year. Of course it does, I thought, when I first saw April and realized. How exactly right. The ‘good’ in Good Friday is a strange kind of good. If you and I