“You woke up last. You make the bed,” I said to my husband early in our marriage. When he made the bed, I followed behind him, straightening the duvet and fixing the pillows until it met my standard. As I ironed the sheet
My husband, an associate pastor, and I had a premarital counseling session with a young surgeon and his fiancée. At the end of our meeting, the young woman asked for ideas for how to connect with your spouse. We glanced at each other
This summer, our family flew to Jamaica for vacation. As we drove away from the resorts and the blue waters up into the mountains, I squeezed the seat ’til my hands burned, felt the crack in my chest, and tiny beads of sweat
