I Do a Lot—But So Does My Husband
Some things I do as a mom are big and splashy like baking and decorating the giant birthday cake with…
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By Erin Wood It’s the Way He Loves Me
It’s always the way he looks at me. It’s always the way his touch calms me and sets me on…
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Dear Daughters, Marry Someone Just Like Dad
I overheard a conversation between my 13- and 19-year-old daughters the other day. My younger daughter said, “I just want…
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I Love Hearing My Son Say “Dada”
"Dada" is my favorite word. Not necessarily my son’s favorite word. I think that might be “book” or “ball.” But…
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By Liz Newman Dear Husband, Thank You For Loving Me Through My Grief
It’s in the vows: for better or worse. But, when those “worse” moments come, does that promise ring true? When…
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Suspended in Grace With Healing Hearts
My rule of thumb is to write from the scar, not from the wound. I’ve written little about my husband’s…
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By Lizzy Christian I Married One of the Good Ones
I married a good one. He’s the kind that rubs my back when I’m overcome with morning sickness or tries…
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By Jordan Morgan Husbands Don’t Get Enough Credit
Husbands don’t get enough credit. Mine doesn’t at least, and that’s mostly my fault because I should tell him thank…
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My Husband and I Are Different Parents To Our Kids, and That’s OK
It's officially 8:30 p.m.—another day survived in mommyhood. As you sit on the couch listening to the white noise of…
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By A.W. Cogent I Married a Man Whose Actions Speak Louder Than His Words
I can count on one hand the number of times my husband has verbally apologized to me in the eight…
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Thank You For Being My Husband and My Friend
When we met as early teenagers, it was the wrong place, wrong time. Back then, I didn’t tell you that…
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I’m So Thankful For My Husband’s Footprint on the Bath Mat
Tonight was like every other night. I cooked dinner when the boys were napping. They woke up, we ate, we…
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