Three Years

Ricky and I celebrated our third anniversary last Wednesday (November 28).

Three years.

It’s enough time to…

… practically learn how to read each other’s minds.

…just be scratching the surface of appreciating having a person who is always there to support you.

… have developed some traditions of your very own.

… have felt annoyed at each other.

… have realized that the honeymoon stage can go on and on and on if you let it and you nurture it.

…. have had several homes together.

… have been so mad that you refused to leave the car and come into the house. (I don’t even remember now why I was mad.)

… have laughed and cried and done both at the same time together.

… no longer even think about how loudly you are “honking” when you blow your nose.

…have developed good and bad habits together.

…have been selfish and generous to each other.

…know that sometimes the hardest thing in the world is to turn over in bed and face the other person during a hard conversation.

…have learned how to be completely honest with each other, and to accept criticism as caring and constructive.

…have really and truly become a part of each other’s families.

…have felt the pain of “being on different pages”.

…have seen each other be excellent and, well, less-than-excellent.

Three years is enough time to learn that it is a beautiful thing to be bound together.

Photo Credit: Unfrozen Photography

What about you? What have you learned and experienced in your years of marriage or other forms of relationship with your fellow humans? Co-existing and relating can be quite an adventure…

A Week of Love

Family Sunday dinner complete with Mom’s cooking and red candles.

Chocolate hearts for the two of us from a dad.

Candy and notes left on my desk from sweet children.

Chicken alfredo with three lovely ladies, complete with laughter and stories and chocolate Timbits and strawberries and perfectly-brewed tea.




A good day after a bad day- a gift from the good, good Father.

Comfortable (and slightly crumbly) meatloaf eaten at 8:30 in the evening on the couch, and sizzling fajitas at Kelsey’s the next night.


I married a wonderful, comfortable, gracious Ricky.

Photo credit: Renee Shantz

I have learned a few things about marriage in the past two years.

  1. Seek Jesus.
  2. Be best friends.
  3. Don’t be selfish.
  4. Love your ordinary life.
  5. Go on adventures sometimes.

I am looking forward to learning these things better and better (along with some new things too, hopefully) in the coming years.

At the end of this week of celebrating Valentine’s and feeling love from so many sources, I have to ask myself this:

Did I show love?

Yes and no.

(Of course. That’s the way life is when you are a human being.)

Perhaps the more important question is this:

How will I show love in the coming week?

Love must be sincere. Hate what is evil; cling to what is good. Be devoted to one another in love. Honour one another above yourselves.

Romans 12:9-10

The Times

Sidenote: I know that I didn’t blog yesterday. I didn’t forget. I just did other things instead. Okay? (Feeling slightly defensive about this… I really did make the choice to wait until I had figured out what I wanted to say and had the words to say it.)

Basically, you should know that these days, there are two things on my mind and heart.

Those two things are marriage and teaching.

They may be coming up rather frequently in my blogging. Sorry about that.

I often feel pulled between the two. There is a time to prepare to teach and a time to prepare to marry. Just like there is a time to talk about snow days and a time to talk about New France and habitants. And a time to be silly and a time to be serious.

Both require lots of prep work. Both can weigh very heavily on a soul. Not necessarily in an unpleasant way- just a very constantly present and gaining weight as we feed on your time and energy way.

I don’t even know how to talk about anything besides these two things, and the problem is that I don’t feel like I have a lot to say about these things because I feel unqualified for both of them.

So tonight my question is this:


Phew. Now that I’ve gotten that out there, I’ll try to carry on.

(And I promise that not all of my October posts will be about my feelings. I promise.)

Engagement is a strange time in that it is a time where nothing is normal. You carry on with a lot of the same activities that you did in your “old life” but they just aren’t the same because everything is tinted with “preparing for the new life” or the knowledge that “this soon WON’T be normal”.

It’s a nice time though.

A time where you feel unbelievably and undeservedly blessed and privileged. Privileged to have such a beautiful future and privileged to have had such a lovely past that leaving it behind feels sad.

I guess that I am just realizing that there really is a time for everything but that it is not quite so neatly divided as the third chapter of Ecclesiastes makes it sound. It seems as though there are even times where the sad and the glad, the wonderful and the hard, overlap and get all swirled together and you feel the pain and the beauty simultaneously- much like looking at a group of vibrant, autumn-coloured trees contrasted with a steel October sky.


Ecclesiastes 3

For everything there is a season, and time for every matter under heaven:

A time to be born, and time to die; a time to plant, and a time to pluck up what is planted; a time to kill, and a time to heal; a time to break down, and time to build up; a time to weep, and a time to laugh; a time to mourn, and a time to dance; a time to cast away stones, and a time to gather stones together; a time to embrace, and a time to refrain from embracing; a time to seek, and a time to lose; a time to keep, and a time to cast away; a time to tear and a time to sew; a time to keep silence, and a time to speak; a time to love, and a time to hate; a time for war, and a time for peace.

He has made everything beautiful in its time.