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This Couldn't Possibly Be Swedish Lutheran Prophecy...

January 20, 2009

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Whoa. For a Minute There...

...I was the man in our relationship. Mark and I have both been busy lately (he with work and me with school starting, etc) and we haven't had much time at all to really sit down and talk to each other. We weren't angry with each other...we were just relationally absent for a few days. Neither one of us likes that feeling. So tonight after the boys were in bed, we sat in the sun room with the TV off and really, really talked. We talked about how we each were doing, how we were feeling, what we were struggling with, what we observed about each other lately, and several other relationally healthy topics. After about an hour, there was a nice, quiet moment. I asked Mark if he wanted to play a card game we have gotten into lately. He looked lovingly at me, and said sweetly, "No honey. I would just really rather sit here together and talk some more." Slightly disappointed (and without thinking might I add), I replied, "When you are done talking about rainbows an...

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(For those of you who are checking out this blog for the first time, please know I usually post about God, my family, thoughts on life, hopes, dreams, etc. This is not going to be one of those posts. You may want to come back and check it out another day, especially if you are someone who just got this blog address from our Christmas card. Or if you are seeking something spiritually uplifting. Or if you are my mom.) It started off with what I thought was a good idea. That is usually where most of my troubles start - I am a genius idea generator, but my execution...well, past experience shows it leaves a little to be desired. Of course, I choose to blame this whole escapade on my friend and sparring partner who shall remain nameless (unless I back myself into too embarrassing a corner and desperately need a proper noun scapegoat). My friend mentioned in passing that she was planning to go to Victoria's Secret to pick up something special for h...

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