What My Two-Year-Old Taught Me About Marriage

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I’m guest posting this week at To Love, Honor and Vacuum, Sheila Wray Gregoire’s fantastic site—it’s a gold mine of marriage and family-life wisdom! 

The topic? What My Two-Year-Old Taught Me About Marriage.

My kids blew past me toward the door, an early-morning tornado of jackets, back packs, and lunch boxes.

“Come on,” called Mr. Tall, Dark and Handsome, jiggling his keys. “We’re going to be late!”

“Wait! I want kisses!” I said. “That means you! And you! And you!” My three older kids clattered back into the kitchen, planted kisses on my cheeks, and then rushed to follow my husband out to the van.

When the door slammed shut behind them, my two-year-old looked at me in horror. “Mama kiss Dada!” she said.

Oh, yeah. You see where this is going. To finish reading, click on over to To Love, Honor and VacuumTake a look around the site and enjoy. So. Much. Good. Stuff.

Author: Elizabeth Laing Thompson VIEW ALL AUTHORS POSTS

Elizabeth works from home as a writer, editor, diaper changer, baby snuggler, laundry slayer, not-so-gourmet chef, kid chauffeur, floor mopper, dog groomer, and tantrum tamer. She is always tired, but it's mostly the good kind.


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