Seven Years Later

Happy Anniversary to my favorite person! I would not want to be on this life journey with anyone but you.

A lot has happened during our seven years of marriage. First, our wedding.

Year One: Move across the country, start law school (not me), try to find newly wedded bliss in the midst of studying and working

 A rare study break.

A rare study break.

Year Two: More studying (again, not me), try to squeeze in a few hours together here and there, spend a summer apart due to his clerkship and my work

 A little getaway during our summer apart. 

A little getaway during our summer apart. 

Year Three: Finish law school (wahoo!), say goodbye to our friends, move across the country again, hope to start a family

 Law school graduation. Pardon my hair.   Public Service Announcement: No matter how tight your budget is, at least pay for a decent hair cut before important events that you may want pictures of.  #justdoit

Law school graduation. Pardon my hair. 

Public Service Announcement: No matter how tight your budget is, at least pay for a decent hair cut before important events that you may want pictures of.  #justdoit

Year Four: Try having income rather than more student loans, enjoy life after law school, go places, see things, begin to wonder about infertility, move nearby

 At "The Bean" in Chicago

At "The Bean" in Chicago

Year Five: Infertility testing, find more stress, move across the country again

 On the Rims in Billings, Montana

On the Rims in Billings, Montana

Year Six: Try to fix infertility without doctors, turn to doctors for infertility testing/treatment/turmoil

 Waiting for the  hysterosalpingogram  (HSG). Can you tell that I am excited?

Waiting for the hysterosalpingogram (HSG). Can you tell that I am excited?

Year Seven: Quit treatments, move from infertility toward adoption, move away from adoption and toward foster care, struggle through a foster care placement

 Our little foster family.

Our little foster family.

Year Eight: TBD

Our marriage so far has been quite a ride. Through it all, we are still best friends. We share the ups and downs, the joys and sorrows. God has been good to us, helping us to encourage each other through many tears and teaching us to find joy in every circumstance.

Here's to Year Eight! 

{pretty, happy, funny, real}

I have not participated in {pretty, happy, funny, real} at Like Mother, Like Daughter for a long time, but it remains one of my favorite blog ideas. Please feel free to leave a comment about what's pretty, happy, funny, and real in your life.


We traveled up North to visit family at the lake. What the water lacked in temperature, it made up for in beauty. 

Sunset Kiss at the Lake.JPG


Entering the basement this morning, I was surprised to find a puddle. A puddle is never a good sign in a basement. Quickly assessing the scene, I noticed that the sump pump had failed to do its job. Uh-oh. Also, water seemed to be gushing out of the water heater.  Double uh-oh. I turned off the dehumidifier, and the gushing stopped. Okay, partial crisis averted; the gushing had been caused by the dehumidifier working properly and draining toward the sump pump. However, that gunky puddle (see below) was not going anywhere.

I promptly sent text messages to both Hubby and my dad. Hubby was in the middle of an event at work, but managed to provide the contact info for our plumber. Dad and I began a text discussion that went something like this:

"What do you do when a sump pump isn't working?" I ask.

"See if the float is stuck," he replies.

Feeling like Mrs. Fix-It, I begin to prematurely pat myself on the back. I am going to fix the sump pump all by myself. "What a second," I think. "What's a float?"

Before I can ask, Dad sends another text: "And don't get electrocuted."

"Maybe the plumber route would be better," I think, but decide to video chat with Dad before making the call. 

A plumber not called is a budget not busted.

He basically told me to wiggle a little bar. When that little bar was wiggled, the pump sucked all the water away in a jiffy. TA-DA! Maybe I can be Mrs. Fix-It after all. Regardless of my future career as a handywoman (or lack thereof), I fixed the sump pump problem. The way I see it, a plumber not called is a budget not busted. 

 Aftermath of the sump-pump puddle. You can see the water line. Gross.

Aftermath of the sump-pump puddle. You can see the water line. Gross.


This guy. You may notice that his fur looks wet. In fact, his fur IS wet. Why? Because he decided to join me in the shower today. 

Wet Dog - Louie the Schnoodle


I haven't touched this bedroom since the days the boys left. My mom washed the linens and made the beds that week. The only times I have entered the room is to toss stray kids' things on the bed. Hubby asked if I wanted the room to become an office again. No, I don't. I want to pretend it isn't there. That empty room might stay empty forever, just like our arms.

Empty Kids' Room

Happy Birthday to My Man

Happy birthday to this good-looking guy! 


May the next year of your life include most of these things:

  • Many reasons to belly laugh
  • A Super Bowl win by the Minnesota Vikings, or at least a refreshingly good season
  • A Stanley Cup win by the Vancouver Canucks
  • A trip to a warm place
  • More peace, rest, and joy than the last several years
  • A lot of fun with me. :)

I love you!

Take 2, Plan 2: Restore a Love of Reading

My aching body tells me that the plan to make fitness a hobby is underway. I have already learned that the "just go running" would not be enough motivation for me. Two half-mile runs in a week is not very impressive. What IS impressive is that Hubby and I have both met the 10,000 step goal twice already! If 10,000 steps does not seem like a lot, I dare you to track your steps for a day. I would be surprised if you naturally get more than 5,000. We have only hit the 10,000 mark by going on LONG walks in the evening. The gadget on my wrist has been a great motivation and constant reminder to keep moving.

Anyway, this post is supposed to be about the second plan for this phase of childlessness: restore a love of reading. How will we do that? Well, my strategy is to read what I want to read. I often get bogged down in books that are good for me. If I am not in the mood for the good-for-me book that I should be reading, I tend to skip reading all together. If I can get back to reading just for the fun of it, maybe the good-for-me books will become more appealing. 

So, what am I reading? Well, let me just tell you... my coffee table is full of books right now. I finished Freakonomics last week, then absolutely devoured The Scarlet Pimpernel over the weekend [SO GOOD!]. I have a few good-for-me books that are also interesting enough to pick up: Letters to a Birmingham Jail and Extravagant Grace: God's Glory Displayed in Our Weakness. The pile on my coffee table is so diverse and exciting, I haven't decided what to pick up next. Here's the list and why:

  • Girl Underwater, by Claire Kells - Because a friend said that she read it in one breath.
  • The Kite Runner, by Khaled Hosseini - Because it was on my Goodreads list, so somebody must have told me something good about it once.
  • The Westing Game, by Ellen Raskin - Because I remember my sister LOVING that book at one point.
  • Jane Eyre, by Charlotte Brontë - Because I should have read it already.
  • Les Misérables, by Victor Hugo - Because it's a classic and my sister loves it. I accidentally bought the abridged version, which seems like a merciful accident.
  • Anne of Green Gables, by L.M. Montgomery - Because I have started it three times.
  • Leave it to Psmith, by P.G. Wodehouse - Because it's supposed to be the best.

Ah, I'm excited to get back to reading. Stay tuned for Plan 3: Get Out of Town. 

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