Daddy

Baby Bee calls him Papa.  By her own choice.  She can say Daddy, but she calls him Papa.  He loves it. We always thought we’d have a son, but really?  I think he’s wonderfully suited to be a Daddy of only girls.  Not that he wouldn’t have been a great Daddy to boys, but there’s…

On Marriage

Dear Daughters, A dozen times or more I’ve sat down at my keyboard and decided to write a small primer on what makes a happy marriage.  It is my hope that each one of you will find your own prince or princess charming to complete your life.  It’s my hope that you’ll walk down the…

The Beginning…

So, I might not be cut out for home renovations.  The two days the floor installers were here totally messed up my flow.  I didn’t even post a menu plan this week! However, I am in LOVE with how pretty the house looks.  As soon as we install the baseboards, I’ll be sharing pictures.  Can’t…

Dear Big Daddy,

When i was a little girl I wanted a fairy tale.  I wanted Prince Charming on a white horse.  I wanted happily ever after.  I wanted something perfect and beautiful, like the fairy tales I’d had read to me (and read myself  and hoped against hope that even some small shred of them would be…

Vintage

Many, many years ago when I was much younger and we had no children, Big Daddy and I moved into our first apartment.  I had never felt so grown up.  Some of his family made the trip down to our new place and his Mom brought us a casserole inside a Pyrex dish. It had…

us-part iv

There’s more to this story.  Check out part 1, part 2 and part 3 Big Daddy and I sat next to each other at lunch. My hand inside his big, warm one.  He smelled wonderful.  Like leather and my favorite cologne and something else that is just how Big Daddy smells (does that sound werid? …

Us-Part iii

Want to read where our story began?  Check out part 1 and part 2. After my epiphany, I knew that it was time for Big Daddy and I to meet. I was cagey at first.  I swung wildly between wanting to see Big Daddy RIGHT now and wanting to go back into hiding over fear…

Us-Part ii

Want some background?  Our story starts here. Let me start off by saying that Big Daddy was NOT a part of the prison penpal program.  Those who know us know our story and know why I loved Big Daddy with all my heart, despite us never having met.  All of those conversations and interactions were…

Us

Companionable –adjective possessing the qualities of a good companion; pleasant to be with; congenial. That’s the word that most often comes to mind when I think of us.    We’re so many things and more than that, but at the end of the day I think this is the thing that I love the most.  Out…

When we sleep…

…without little people in the middle I crawl over to his side of the bed.  I wedge my shoulder under his arm and nuzzle the top of my head into his neck.  There’s a place there, just under his collar bone that is mine.  That is the best place on earth.  Where I sleep with…