The Honeymoon Must Be Over

This month I’ll have been married to Paul for THIRTEEN years.


A lot has happened in our lives since we met and married – our Hannah, the loss of loved ones, new pets, a move to Maine, life threatening illnesses, loss of jobs, new jobs, starting our own businesses, etc. What surprises me are the little things that have changed.

Case in point. When we first married, whenever I suggested anything Paul’s response was, “Anything you want, Sweetie.” A year or two later that refrain turned into, “Put it on the list, Sweetie.” This morning I reminded him of a project that we both knew needed to be done and he said to me, “Fill out a work order, Sweetie.”


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