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The Number One Tool That Saved Our Marriage

Today is the first day of September, and for me that means a HUGE seasonal change…at least, mentally.   Living in the south, we don’t actually begin to feel the coolness of fall until mid October mornings. So, for now, I will crank my AC down to, literally, 67 degrees, put on long sleeves and leggings and pretend and hope with all my precious little heart that it is fall (slash Christmas, if we’re being totally honest here). At the Nutt house we welcome the fall and winter with open arms. My husband and I practically look like the young Santa and Mrs. Clause, so I feel that we come by it quite naturally.   However, the other day (Mid August-99 degrees) when I was getting ready for work and playing Christmas music, he wasn’t having it.   Now, I know that I was probably pre-mature with little bobsled that I call Ol’ St. Nick, but a girl’s gotta do what a girl’s gotta do. How else will the holiday season come?   Does he actually think this change of season happens by itself?   Nope.

Welcome!

Well here we go, folks.   First off, welcome to my blog.   If you’ve never been here before, me either, so see? We already have so much in common, we are probably going to be best friends.   Here’s a little bit about me: I live in small rural community just west of Houston, TX where I grew up, graduated from High School, left and swore I’d never return, and yet happily reside with hopes of owning a home downtown; let this be a lesson to all of you, never say never.   I have an adoring, and extremely bearded husband.   Together we have a little boy who is 4 years old.   SIDEBAR: I just found out that Everett (said boy) starts Pre-K this year (meet the teacher is tomorrow night) and I am just really not ok. Send prayer.   My husband and I have been married for 5 years, 3.5 of which have been very hard, and finally year-before-last, we have found our stride.   We can talk more about that later.   I work full-time, and Hub’s is starting school on Monday for Pastoral Ministries. Oh