Let's get deep for a minute.
"What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;"
Let's get deep for a minute.
"What's in a name? That which we call a rose
By any other name would smell as sweet;"
I was originally going to begin this post with some clever poetic phrase about the marvel of our feet and their ability to take us to so many delightful places, but then, I couldn't help but get distracted by the hilarity of how many shoes I brought on this week-long trip. (And the above pictures only show 3 of the 5 pairs I brought along.) Women are funny; each occasion calls for a totally different foot-attire.
Now back to my first thought...
Read MoreBefore I met David and started on this crazy adventure towards wife-dom, I had a sense that my time last year was to be spent learning to become a wife: how to take care of a house, shop for groceries, consistently do laundry (including actually folding the loads immediately after they're finished), and last but not least learning to cook (more specifically, follow a recipe).
I know, some of you reading will be thinking "that's not what it's all about", and I totally agree! BUT, I have always loved that part of the role of a wife: the caretaker...
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