My hubby gets me.
On Valentine’s Day, he surprised me with a funny greeting card and a heart-shaped box of miniature Kit Kats.
No jewelry. No shopping spree. No flowers.
And I loved him for it.
Why? Because it was the icing on the cake after countless moments he’s helped my dad up and down stairs. Covered kiddie activities all day on a Saturday so I could meet work deadlines. Washed a lot of laundry. And so much more.
He knows my primary Love Language, and he loves me by honoring it as much as he can. And I love him all the more for that. Continue reading
While I’m 99.9% positive I’ll never be the earth angel my mom was, I do carry a lot of her in me. For as long as I can recall, my dad has often said, “Karin is like her mother. She can lay you out and tell you about yourself, while making you feel good in the process.” And it’s true: Of everything Mom gave me, I seemed to especially inherit her Sugar Tongue. Continue reading
My mom was an earth angel. Her warm spirit made others feel they were her most favorite people in the world. Everyone loved her. The only people who waffled were the women who wanted to marry my dad. Because he’s an earth angel, too. Continue reading