Dear JK,

I just want to say three things as I’ve enjoyed all of your books and I’m preparing to watch the last movie about your wonderful characters this week.

First, thanks for making me friends. I’ve met so many people because of you. They’re deliciously weird, and not all like me, and that makes me happy.

Two, thanks for writing something that my husband actually wanted to read! He read the entire series to me aloud, and the memory of us both laughing until we cried as Fred and George escaped from Umbridge is an absolute favorite of mine!

And three, there was a time in my life when my world didn’t make sense, so I hid in yours for a while. Thank you for making it exist.

Love (the real type, not the potion in some chocolate type),



The Truth About Love

So my blog post from earlier today was one I’d been planning on sharing for a while. I love my husband, and I’m proud of everything he’s done for me. I know some wives who are hard on their husbands and that makes me sad, so anytime I can state clearly how great mine is, I take the chance.

That said, I want to tell you about our Valentine’s Day. It started with a sleepless night as Callaway went into a whole other level of snoring, including the moo-snore and the growl-snore. It was otherworldly, people. And then Guy woke me at 5:30 to promptly start his day of biting my arms. I am pretty sure from the imprints on my hands that he’s going to need braces. And then, lucky us, Callaway woke up to the voms.

We spent our whole day in PJs and just ordered in pizza, which is the first thing Callaway’s held down all day, and we’ll spend our evening together, between me sneaking peeks at The Bachelor and Callaway fixing the toilet that broke this morning.

This is love. I wish that I could tell you it was always like it is in the books, but most of the time, love is quiet. Love is work. I promised to stick things out in sickness and in health, so if that means spending the majority of the most romantic day of the year coaxing water and soup into my dehydrated husband who is taking up all the space on the couch, that’s just what I’m going to do.

I want for everyone to find a person who just sends them over the moon and makes you kind of melt inside, but I also hope that that person also happens to be someone you’re prepared to do the boring stuff with. This is the bulk of life. And it’s beautiful.


My Hubby

So about 7 years ago when Callaway and I got married, I was taking medication that made me kind of depressed. There were days when I had a hard time remembering how great my husband was, so I made a little book of all the things he'd done for me so I could read it when I was sad. Once my stint with the pills was over, I kept up with the book, adding things to it. So today, in honor of Valentine's goodness, I want to share some of the awesomeness that has happened over the years. This is how they appear, as notes written to myself...

While you were raking up leaves in the yard, he let you blow your nose on his sleeve.

He slow danced with you on the sidewalk outside Barnes & Nobel.

He sang to you "'You light up my life, Blah blah blah blah'... And I really mean those blahs."

A few months after you got married and before you had money to get cable, the Summer Olympics began. Callaway went out and got an antenna so that you could get 2 stations, and 1 of them had the Olympics. It was sweet that he remembered how much you love them.

He gave you a gift in an NSYNC bag.

He took you bowling and said he'd give you a massage if you won. When you lost, he gave you one anyway. 

He said "I haven't come home with flowers for no reason in a while. So I got you a lottery ticket."

He mowed your initials into the lawn.

When you started dating, he went out and bought strawberry Pop Tarts so there would always be at least one thing for you to eat when you went to his apartment.

He said "You're like a thousand fully functioning channels of HD."

When you later read him the quote about the HD thing he said "Make it two million."


A few weeks after you were married, the tiara you wore on your wedding day was sitting on the kitchen table. Callaway was pushing it around and you said "Go ahead, honey, put on your crown" thinking it would be cute to see your new husband in a tiara. And he came over to you, grabbed you by your knees, and tried to put you on his head.


{Proverbs 12:4- A worthy wife is her husband's crown and joy, a shameful wife saps his strength.}


Anyway, those are some of my faves. I hope you have a wonderful Valentine's Day and celebrate the people who love you in all the many different versions of the word. XOXO