I’ve been reflecting a lot about dating and the beginning of relationships lately. I’m not exactly sure why, but I think it’s because it was in April (2017) that I finally was ready to begin dating again. Thankfully for the last time in my life.  Since I bare my soul to you about everything else, I might as well mention that I was in a very long-term relationship before I met my husband.  We were never married. It was off and on for many years. Finally, four years ago around this time, we ended our “relationship” for good. I wasn’t 100% ready to start dating again, but I felt like I…

I love my husband deeply. He is hands down the best friend I have ever had.  But if you would’ve told me 5 years ago that my best friend would end up being an Army vet who lives in small-town Iowa, listens to Slipknot and has tattoos….I would’ve laughed in your face because I would’ve thought I didn’t have anything in common with that person. The irony of this…because it’s my life, so there’s always irony….is that after our 1st date, I told my family, “I don’t know…I feel like he’s more of a best friend candidate.” (Girl…sometimes I wish you just wouldn’t talk…) So as with most things in…