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That’s MY Guy

Stephanie Newton — Sat, 08 Aug 2009 00:56:35 +0000

The first time I ever saw my husband in action, he was the youth minister at my sister’s church. She was still in high school and I had come home for a quick visit. I walked up to where the youth group was having their meeting and saw this guy with his head buried in a vat of red Jello. In a few seconds, he threw his head up, slinging Jello everywhere (picture teenage girls running, screaming). In his mouth, he clenched a raw weenie with a dollar pill toothpicked to it.

At that moment, I thought, “That’s my guy.”

Obviously we’re perfect for each other.

Baths Stink

Stephanie Newton — Fri, 07 Aug 2009 04:32:01 +0000

I don’t know why it is that dogs will sniff until they find the one stinky spot in the yard and then joyfully roll in it. Today when we got home from a day long shopping expedition, it was very apparent to all of us that the time had come for the poodles to get a bath. They did not agree.

I take their collars off and they know right then that water is involved and they start running for their hiding place under the entertainment center. Fortunately, I know this, so I head them off at the end of the hall and toss them into the tub. A few minutes later, they smell like lavender and look like little scrawny rats. And they are mad.

But baths are good for them. I’m trying to remember as I’m heading into this teaching time that things that aren’t comfortable are sometimes the best. Last night was my first class with my husband–co-facilitating the Fireproofing Your Marriage class. I can say right now, without any hesitation, the two of us are going to learn more about marriage than anyone else in the class. (The first thing we learned is that both of us have to have a microphone, heh) Although I know that these next forty days of the Love Dare are not always going to be easy, and sometimes I’m going to want to quit and run for the safety of the space underneath the entertainment center, we are going to be glad that we did this. But we still won’t be fluffy and white like Honey after a bath!

I love him, I love him, I love him

Stephanie Newton — Thu, 08 Jan 2009 03:10:00 +0000

I love the scene in Dan in Real Life where the single dad goes to pick up his fourteen year old daughter at the coffee shop and finds her with (gasp!) a boy. He tosses her in the car with her sisters and driving off with her crying all the way, “But Dad, I love him, I love him, I love him, I love him.” Even miles down the road, she’s still mouthing it, “I love him, I love him, I love him.”

I so remember those feelings of young love. When you just can’t wait to see the other person, when that other person is the absolute focus of your thoughts every minute of the day. Honey is in love like that…with the Golden Retriever next door. She waits by the back door with her ears perked, listening for the any tiny sound that might alert her to Cash’s presence outside and she goes nuts to get outside when he’s in his yard. Today she kissed him all over the face. And when I made her come inside, she wanted to tell me, like Dan’s daughter did when he kept her separated from her boyfriend, “You are a murderer of LOVE!”

I love him…

I love him…