Lately, I have been overwhelmed with how amazing my husband is. I like to tease him and make him on edge with him always wondering "What is she doing to do to me now? Is she hiding in the other room with the dart guns?"
But, when I sit back and take a break from my plotting, I am just speechless with how awesome he is and how good he is to me. I love him. He is an amazing man and he takes such good care of me.
Like, the other day, I sent him to store to buy some butter, and he came home with some Diet Coke too. That is true love.
When he is sleeping, I love to study his face. It gets a little awkward when he opens his eyes and catches me creeping on him.
I love him.
Monday, March 18, 2013
Thursday, January 17, 2013
Tuscan Style Sausage Soup
I decided I should probably start marking what meals are successes (or failures) for a family of two. Tonight it was Tuscan Style Sausage Soup that I found on Pinterest.
Ingredients:
1 lb. Mild Italian sausage
Handful of baby carrots, chopped
1 small yellow onion, chopped
2 tsp. minced garlic
6 cups (1 ½ qts) chicken broth
1 can diced tomatoes, with juice
1 can cannellini beans, drained and rinsed
½ tablespoon dried basil
½ (16-oz) whole wheat shell pasta, uncooked
4 ounces spinach leaves
salt and pepper to taste
1 lb. Mild Italian sausage
Handful of baby carrots, chopped
1 small yellow onion, chopped
2 tsp. minced garlic
6 cups (1 ½ qts) chicken broth
1 can diced tomatoes, with juice
1 can cannellini beans, drained and rinsed
½ tablespoon dried basil
½ (16-oz) whole wheat shell pasta, uncooked
4 ounces spinach leaves
salt and pepper to taste
Directions:
1. Remove sausage from casings and brown over med-high heat in the bottom of your largest stockpot. Crumble the sausage as you brown it.
1. Remove sausage from casings and brown over med-high heat in the bottom of your largest stockpot. Crumble the sausage as you brown it.
2. Add the carrots, onion and garlic and saute until tender and
starting to turn a bit golden, about 7 minutes.
3. Add the chicken broth, tomatoes, beans, pasta and basil. Bring
to a boil over high heat, then reduce to a simmer. Cover the pot and continue cooking
until pasta becomes a bit tender, about 7 minutes.
4. Stir in the spinach and cook until just wilted. Taste and
season with salt and pepper, according to your preference.
5. Serve hot garnished with grated parmesan, if desired.
It turned out great, Joel loved it and it made enough for his lunch tomorrow, plus enough for another meal. And, not to mention we had most of the ingredients in our kitchen. WinWin!
#trophywife
Wednesday, January 9, 2013
Facts about faith I want to remember in 2013
1. Fear will demolish my faith, or faith will demolish my fears.
2.
It’s not the bigness of my faith, but faith in the bigness of my
God.
3.
I can do it my way and fail, or God's way and succeed.
4.
Not everyone will share my faith, sometimes not even those closest to me.
5.
God can, and God will keep his promises. Not in my time, but only in his
time.
6.
God will never lead me where his grace won’t keep me.
Know
therefore that the Lord your
God is God; he is the faithful God, keeping his covenant of love to
a thousand generations of those who love him and keep his commandments.
Deuteronomy
7:9:
Monday, December 31, 2012
Sunday, December 30, 2012
Today: I finished a book.
My dear husband, Joel, loves to read.
It wasn't long after we started dating, that we discovered our differences in the "ideal Saturday afternoon." Like most girls, my ideal Saturday would be a day at the mall with a large margin of spending money, followed by a romantic dinner watching the sun set over the lake. Where Joel would find few things more appealing than sitting in silence at home reading a book.
The thought of reading has always made my skin crawl. But, in a moment of weakness at the bookstore a month ago, Joel bought me a book and I agreed to read it.
I finished it today. As much as I wanted to hate reading the book and prove him wrong that I wouldn't enjoy it, I found myself getting emotionally involved with the characters in the book. I laughed with them, I cried with them.
Perhaps this is my first step as a new wife in learning what it means to submit.
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