This is what I know of wild obedience. I never dreamed of picket fences and dinners around the table with my darling offspring making conversation about the high and low point of our days. I never wished for a husband and a mortgage and matching throw pillows for our tastefully decorated living room. I never dreamed of roots and home and family. I didn’t rock baby dolls and pretend I was their mama. My dandelion dreams sailed on wild winds with my hopes of escaping into the open. We never …
Marriage
The Hospitality of Marriage: Loving Like It’s New
When I hang his shirts next to mine in the closet, there are surf brands, the same ones he wore when he had hair bleached white by the sun and waves. When his skin was tan and his mouth tasted like wintergreen gum and saltwater. When I spread my beach towel with arms wide and the tradewinds swooped down and lifted the corners from my fingertips like a magic carpet and I would nestle my body in hot white sand and lift my eyes to the sea and she would offer the lip of a wave for his surfboard and …
