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Look, I’m just going to be real. I read Bachelor spoilers. And as soon as I knew a black girl made it to the final four all I cared about was her being the next Bachelorette.

“This is our shot!!” I told my sister. Rooting for Rachel was like rooting for the Chicago Cubs pre-2016.

Black girls just don’t make it far on this show. They’re the underdog on this bizarre reality show that we just can’t turn away from. In the 20-something seasons of this show they’ve never had a black lead. Hello! Black women want to find love too! (Let’s ignore the terrible marriage success rate of the show for the sake of this post).

So, night one of Nick Viall’s season of The Bachelor there are like 5 or 6 black girls who hop out of the limo. Definitely seems more than the average. All of them were beautiful but I had my eyes peeled for the one who would steal Nick’s heart. As soon as Rachel got the first impression rose I knew she was the one who would take it further than any other sista had in the past.

I was in an interracial marriage before the bachelor made it cool. Nick Viall and Rachel.

I texted a few friends my prediction of her being the next bachelorette.

Then, last week ABC did what they hadn’t done before and spoiled their own show to let the world know what I had known for weeks–Rachel doesn’t win Nick’s heart. But, she is the next Bachelorette (a better ending if you ask me because really, she’s too good for him). Which means I’m in a hurry to end this season and get on with the next.

I’m still amused though, watching Rachel’s remaining time on this show and figuring out where it went wrong.

Last night on The Bachelor we saw Rachel take Nick to her hometown where they brought up the interracial couple topic about a dozen times.

I rolled my eyes as it came up over and over and got almost cringe-worthy. Are interracial relationships really that taboo? Has it not been cool the last 12 years I’ve been married? I’d sure like to think it has.

Valentines photo shoot with biracial siblings

A few things about them beating this topic into the ground. Number one, I hope they don’t make Rachel’s whole season about that. I think she’ll have a diverse group of guys but I imagine a majority will still be white. So the interracial relationship storyline has the potential to be overplayed.

Three different people asked Nick if he had ever dated a black girl before and he was like “Uh, do group dates with Jasmine count?”

Ok, I tease. Really, he actually said a couple of things I thought were pretty great.

For one “I’m not colorblind.” Thank you Nick for not pretending like you didn’t notice she’s black. She is a beautiful, brilliant, funny woman and she is also black. No need to act like that’s not a part of who she is. No need to feign as if you don’t see it, like it’s something to be ashamed of.

I was in an interracial marriage before the bachelor made it cool. Nick Viall and Rachel.

He also said he knew people/the public/viewers what have you, would make the conversation about their interracial relationship. I haven’t noticed as much hoopla about that until after they announced her as the Bachelorette. Now it’s all “Wow! The first black bachelorette!!!” And how that may be different–More on my thoughts on that later.

Another point brought up last night–I think by Rachel’s sister, is the fact that in today’s climate you do have to know how to navigate an interracial relationship. I almost completely agree with that.

On one hand it’s true. In today’s climate it’s important to have a partner who can understand black issues or at least empathize. If Nick was a white dude oblivious or in denial to the fact that racism exists, it would be a pretty big red flag. Rachel brought him to her black church–obviously an important part of her life. He needs to be comfortable in settings like that.

On the other hand, I think after you’ve been in an interracial relationship for a long time, you tend to forget you’re different. In my opinion it becomes less of an issue as time goes on. There are so many questions and noticed-looks in the beginning then after a while other things become more important. Conversations around race still come up–In the news, in sports, with friends. And that’s where being on the same page, or at least having a certain level of understanding is so important.

I was in an interracial marriage before the bachelor made it cool. Nick Viall and Rachel.

So yes, I’m excited about Rachel being the next Bachelorette. Not just because she is black, but because I think she’s going to bring a higher caliber of guys and conversation to the show which in turn brings a different kind of entertainment. And yes, because she is black.

Am I proud of ABC for casting a black lead? No. Is it about dang time? Yes! They could have done it years ago.

I’m rooting for her to find love, and if it helps normalize interracial relationships even more then hey, that’s cool too.

“I like that picture of me as a baby mom, my skin was nice and white,” my daughter told me last week.

“What?” I asked her. Thinking I heard right, but hoping I didn’t.

“My skin was white, I wish I could go back to that,” she clarified.

“Your skin is beautiful the way it is, you don’t need to be different,” I said.

“But I do! And I wish my hair was straight!”

“Why?”

“Because then when I go swimming it would be silky smooth when I come out of the water,” she  told me.

Ok, well, that kind of made sense. We have some serious detangling sessions after swimming in the pool. But I told her that happens to everyone, whether your hair is curly or straight.

When your biracial daughter says she wishes she was white

“Your curly hair and skin are both beautiful,” I told her. “You’re brown like mommy and white like daddy, we made you the way you are.”

“You MADE ME?” She asked. Oops. This conversation was quickly taking a sharp turn toward another chat I wasn’t ready for.

“I mean, you’re just how you’re suppose to be, and we love the way you are.”

“But I want to be graceful, like Elsa. …What is ‘graceful’ anyway?”

I took this opportunity to try to turn things around.

“It’s when you’re elegant, calm, and gentle.”

“So basically the opposite of my brother?” She asked.

“Right… You ARE graceful.”

Her face lit up and she squealed with glee.

“Ok, I love my skin and hair!”

I knew the conversation was over for now, but not for good.

I distinctly remember in kindergarten was when I started to “wake up” to what other girls saw as pretty. And it wasn’t me. Some even went as far to call my skin ugly. To my knowledge this hasn’t happened to my daughter yet.

It’s left me wondering how I’ll react when she brings it up again, because I think she probably will at some point. I think it’s normal–not preferred of course–but somewhat expected given the society we live in.

I wonder, do little white girls ever tell their parents they wish they were brown? Do 5-year-old girls with straight hair ever wish for a head full of curls? Or has society’s showcase of beauty made that a non-issue?

When you go to school, turn on the TV, or watch Disney princess movies where very few look like you, it can alter your sense of what’s beautiful.

Biracial Disney Princess Series: My Little Princess- A cute and creative mother-daughter photo series featuring a biracial girl dressed up as Disney Princesses.

Ok yea, sure, there’s princess Tiana, and I love the movie, but I’ll be the first to admit how disappointed I was that she was a frog for 90% of the movie. I wanted my daughter and other little girls to fall in love with a dark-skinned princess singing and dancing in her gown throughout the movie, like little girls could during all of the other movies.

Nevertheless, she knows she can embody any princess she wants to be. I’ve made it a point to make sure the books on our shelves are filled with beautiful brown boys and girls who look like me, and my children.

When your biracial daughter says she wishes she was white: How to stay calm and work through the situation.

Now I’m becoming more aware of opportunities to point out people who challenge the norm. Black ballerinas, cheerleaders, actors and figure skaters. Though I’ve always told her she can be anything she wants to be, I think it’s important for me to show her people who are doing the things she loves and aspires to do. People she can see as beautiful and talented who also look like her.

Monica Kaufman, Atlanta’s top anchor for decades, and Oprah both played a huge part in my aspiring to be a news anchor. They were beautiful, talented, doing amazing things, and they looked like me. Somehow seeing them made that dream seem more realistic.

I know to some people it doesn’t seem like that should be important, but I’d argue otherwise. Just like we want our daughters to see women doctors, leaders, and other women doing wonderful things, and being role models; I’m wanting to see more of that for women of color.

My daughter and I have had similar conversations before, and I can tell the way she self-identifies is evolving. I’m trying to be careful not to overreact because the mind of a child works much differently than the mind of an adult. I just want to do my part in making sure she grows up to be proud of who she is, inside and out.

A few nights ago I confessed something to my husband that I hadn’t previously verbalized.

See, he stopped wearing his wedding ring several months ago for numerous reasons: The job, the gym, and fat fingers. It used to annoy me. You’d better watch out for badge bunnies! But it doesn’t bother me anymore. I realized I was dealing more with the insecurities I have when taking my ring off.

I don’t worry about men hitting on me (HA!) but people judging me. It all came out over a (very rare) discussion we were having about race.

“If I go to the grocery store and the kids are acting up and I’m not wearing my wedding ring, I’m going to get disapproving looks and people shaking their heads at ‘another baby mama with more kids than she can handle’,” I told him. “I don’t get the benefit of the doubt, or adoring looks like you get when you’re out with them.”

He didn’t argue.

This isn’t a realization as much as it is an awakening of sorts now that both of my kids are exiting toddler hood and approaching adolescence. I’m more hyper-aware of reactions they may receive.

When people look at my kids right now, they see two happy, adorable bright youngsters smiling back at them. That’s what I see (most of the time), but as I watch my biracial children grow older, my worries for them, and how people see them grow as well.

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I hope strangers look beyond any preconceived notions and see the smart, jovial, kind, thoughtful, amusing people they are.

But will they see my son’s fro and darker skin and subconsciously think he’s a troublemaker?

Will girls tell my daughter she is too dark to play with them? Or will other girls say she is full of herself because her skin color is lighter than theirs? Will my daughter be confident enough to pave her own way despite outward appearances?

Will my son be able to play with his friends’ toy guns without causing alarm? (We don’t and won’t have them at our home).

A long, LONG time from now, when my children are old enough to date, will their friends at church bat an eye at the prospect of dating someone outside of their race? Will some people still see our family as less-than?

Will people assume my kids claimed some sort of handout because of their minority status, or will they believe my kids when they say they earned their way into a competitive college?

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And then there’s the tiny voice in my head that tells me I’m worrying for nothing. Is this just my insecurities talking? Will any of this even be an issue in the next decade or two, or am I just concerned for no good reason? Is that tiny voice my optimism, or a likely reality? Maybe I shouldn’t allow these worries to marinate too long.

Maybe it’s time I lead by example, own my confidence and let go of my insecurities. Let go of what people may be thinking, and relish in the knowledge of knowing who I really am.–Even as I wait in the checkout line with two kids on my hip and my wedding ring back at home.

 

How can I begin to describe the love I have for this man? This man I’ve been married to for 11 years today. Who entered my life 11 years and 6 months ago and has been with me through my entire adult life.

Maybe first I should start by describing him.

If you’ve had the privilege of meeting my husband you know at first he seems quiet. Shy even.

He’s polite and courteous. After an introduction he may stay silent and just observe everyone else. Take it all in in silence. If you know him you’ll know to look for an occasional smirk on his face in the middle of a conversation. He’s not speaking, but he has something to say.

If you know him well you know that’s the time to prompt…

A simple “what?” Will get him going in the conversation, most likely with a bit of sarcastic humor.

He’s funny.

He knows more about sports than anyone I personally know. If you want to strike up a conversation bring up something about sports news. Chances are he’s heard it.

   

 

He has a big heart. Our tears are his weakness.
My husband is an excellent father. He’s the one they go to for laughs and rough play. He picks up where I leave off when I travel.

Calling him a hard worker is an understatement. He takes a job very seriously and he gives his all.

He’s honest and extremely loyal. I trust him wholeheartedly and know he will always be there for our family.  For me.

Things aren’t always sunshine roses and fireworks, but it’s always legit. This man is totally mine.

A couple weeks ago we snuggled together on the couch and I asked him if he thought we were soul mates.

“What does that even mean?!” He answered.

“Ugh! Don’t be rude” I sighed in frustration. “How can you not know what soul mates are?”

“I need a definition.”

This is totally typical in our relationship. Me asking the random, philosophical questions, my husband wondering what the crap I’m talking about now. But I appreciate that he really LISTENS to me and doesn’t just say what he thinks I want to hear.

I’m the big dreamer. The one having weekly epiphanies and life-changing ideas. He’s the one cheering me on, and adding a much-needed dose of stabilization to our lives.

“It’s like when two people in the world are just meant for each other.” I made up a definition.

“Yea, I think so.” He replied.

And I think so too.

Happy to be celebrating 11 years with the love of my life.

I’ll never forget a time when I was sitting at the lunch table at school. I was in middle school, either 7th or 8th grade. Like many young girls, we were talking about our crushes. I liked a funny guy who was in our math class. He was really smart, not the cutest guy, but he made me laugh. I’ve always had a thing for that.

Well, he was white, and one of the girls I was sitting with asked me if my parents would care if I had a white boyfriend. It didn’t matter if the guy was white, black or purple my parents didn’t want me to have any boyfriend. So we’d have to keep these relationships on the DL at school.

My white friend then proceeded to tell me that her dad would never let her date a black guy.

“It says in the Bible that we shouldn’t mix,” she told me.

Now I didn’t ask her what verse she was referring to because well, maybe she knew the Bible better than I did, or maybe she chose to interpret things differently. So I brushed it off. I wish I could say that was the only time I heard that sorry excuse for racism but it wasn’t.

Years later, I’ve searched for that scripture she may have been referring to. Maybe it was Deuteronomy Chapter 7:3: 3 -“Neither shalt thou make marriages with them; thy daughter thou shalt not give unto his son, nor his daughter shalt thou take unto thy son.”

Could that be it? Or possibly Leviticus 19:19 – “Ye shall keep my statutes. Thou shalt not let thy cattle gender with a diverse kind: thou shalt not sow thy field with mingled seed: neither shall a garment mingled of linen and woollen come upon thee.”

But are we talking about cattle or people? I’m not sure.

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Back then I took a stance I mostly still like I take now regarding religious interpretation. If your religion believes our marriage is wrong then fine, don’t marry someone outside of your race, but don’t stand in the way of mine. Oh, and while you’re entitled to your beliefs, I’m entitled to consider you a racist.

In Georgia, heart of the Bible belt, interracial dating and marriage was taboo. Actually, I don’t know if it’s gotten much better, depending what part of the state you’re in. Every time we visit the stares seem to be less vehement, maybe it’s a sign things are easing up. If you know, let me know!

Ok, I’m going somewhere positive with all of this… Yes, there is a point. Fast forward 17 years from middle school. I went through a few other fake boyfriends and rejections and wound up with a husband who loves me BECAUSE of who I am. Not in spite of. And our differences in race have never, not once in our entire 10.5 years of marriage been a source of conflict between us.

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Yea, we may argue about which channel to watch (I am so sick of ESPN) or where to eat, or who has to get up with the kids, but racial issues? No. We are actually pretty darn normal.

It’s hard to imagine our family being seen as anything but that, but less than 50 years ago, our marriage would have been illegal in 16 states. IL-freaking-LEGAL.

You didn’t know you’d be getting a little history lesson today did you?

Short story about the Lovings (Richard and Mildred Loving) … They were an awesome couple, white man and black woman, who were having a baby together. In June of 1958, they left their home state of Virginia and went and got married in Washington D.C.. Well, that was not good enough for Virginia. Police raided the couple’s home at night when they were in bed and they were charged for leaving the state to get an interracial marriage then returning to Virginia.

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The trial judge wrote: “Almighty God created the races white, black, yellow, malay and red, and he placed them on separate continents. And but for the interference with his arrangement there would be no cause for such marriages. The fact that he separated the races shows that he did not intend for the races to mix.”

Years later, after being frustrated about not being allowed to travel to visit their families together in Virginia, they began to protest the law.

In 1967 the United States Supreme Court decision Loving v. Virginia struck down all anti-miscegenation laws citing “There can be no doubt that restricting the freedom to marry solely because of racial classifications violates the central meaning of the equal protection clause.”

So now, June 12th is known as Loving Day, the biggest multiracial celebration in the U.S. (I hear they’re making a movie out of their story which will be awesome!)

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Every year, on this day for the past… I don’t know, five or so years I’ve known about this holiday, I’ve took some time to stop and reflect on this little difference we have, and my gratitude for the fact that it doesn’t keep us apart. I can’t imagine not being with my husband because of some stupid law, and people who thought us loving each other was wrong. Just because of our genetics… How we look. Isn’t that ridiculous?

I’m sure back in the 1950 and 60s people were afraid, and they didn’t understand how mixed-races marriages would affect their lives, and their families, schools. Would their kids grow up thinking interracial marriage was ok and normal? Was that what they wanted?

Fear holds us back. Hatred, misunderstanding, and lack of empathy pushing those who love each other away from one another, instead of spending more time just loving one another.

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So how does my interracial family celebrate Loving Day? We don’t throw a big party or bake a cake (though that’s an idea I’m sure my kids would get on board with) we just take some time to talk about the past, the present, and the future. Specifically with families like ours, and other families striving to be.

You don’t need to be in an interracial marriage to celebrate this holiday. It’s something we all can appreciate and share with out families. Looking at how far we’ve come as a people, and how we can continue to do better. I want my kids to lead with love, not hate or fear. I hope we can spread that message together.

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I’m thankful for the Lovings, as well as the people who backed them up, supported them, and continue to support what they stood for.

I hope you’ll take some time to read a little more about Mildred and Richard Loving and maybe even share the story with your families. You can learn more here and find out about celebrations going on near you.

Happy Loving Day 2015 my friends!

Hi, I know I’ve been keeping this on the DL for the nearly 7-years I’ve had my blog but I think it’s time to just put it out there in the open… I have a multiracial family.

SURPRISE!

Some of you perceptive readers may have gathered this before today. I mean, sometimes I post pictures of this hot white guy who happens to be my husband, and as you can tell from my bio pic and whatnot, I’m black *gasp*.

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Yes, my husband and I are in an interracial marriage and we have two adorable biracial kids (who are adorable because they are adorable, not because they are biracial).

I don’t bring it up (it being the fact that we’re a multiracial family) much. Or make this blog about all that, or shout it from the rooftops. Not because I’m embarrassed or anything, just because… Well, I think I forget sometimes. I mean, I don’t REALLY forget. Occasionally I’m reminded when the Facebook status updates and crazy headlines try to pit blacks against whites or make it seem like we’re in the middle of some kind of Civil War. Don’t get me wrong… Things aren’t perfect. Racism is still very much alive and well. We face it from time to time but by golly… I try to find the rainbows.

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There are plenty of blogs and websites dedicated to discussing the social injustices, and heartache in our society and I’m grateful for so many of them. So grateful because so many things they write are words I either can’t find the strength to say, or simply can’t say with the power and beautiful fury they can. They are words that help inspire the change that still needs to come. The change I hope to see for my children.

However, here, in my space. I choose to just be. To just be us. To share our experiences as they are, even if most of the time it’s just as ordinary and boring as any other family.

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So… Imagine my surprise and delight when Alex Barnett, comedian and host of the Multiracial Family Podcast asked me to be a guest. Actually, it wasn’t just out of the blue. It’s a funny story how he found me that started with him swiping a photo of us and posting it on his page (without him knowing we were a “real family” (apparently we are picture-perfect)) but you can listen to it and hear the whole “how we met” (for both Alex and I and my husband and I).

I also delve into a few more things which I’d like to clarify for those people who are A. Visiting after listening to the podcast or B. Mormon, and wondering what the heck I was going on about. or C. Generally super confused after listening to my rambling.

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1. Although I’m a journalist, I’m used to being the one asking the questions. It was pretty awkward being on the other end of the spectrum. Especially on the topic of being in a multiracial family because like I said, we’re just people. I don’t necessarily feel any different than any other family because it’s all we know. Trust me, there are times that I’m outraged and upset about something that’s happened, but it’s not very often, so it’s hard for me to recall those terrible instances that I usually try to block from my memory, or turn into something silly.

I mentioned a time someone called my daughter a mutt, and a when someone accused me of cheating on instagram. Silly stuff you know? Here on my blog I also have shared some of my daughter’s comments about how she identifies, and other stories that have to do with being in an interracial marriage and having a multiracial family, but it’s not the main focus here right now.

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2. As far as being black and Mormon. It was my fault for totally not expecting that, especially talking to a comedian, and bringing up the fact that I went to BYU. I love the Lord and I love my church. Nobody’s perfect, and even inspired leaders can mess up. Though I totally fumbled around the topic of blacks not having the priesthood prior to 1978 there’s a great essay released by the church on the topic that I love to reference for those who have questions about the murky history.

3. There are totally more than 30 black people at BYU. I knew AT LEAST that many personally but there were hundreds. Alex had me laughing at the idea of there only being 11 of us, and I probably should have clarified that it wasn’t that bad. BYU seriously rocked! Of course not everyone has as great of an experience as I did, but I can speak for myself. I really hope our kids decide to go there some day.

4. I hint to this multiple times in the podcast but if you couldn’t gauge after listening to it, I’m an extremely positive person. Even when I do encounter negativity whether it be race related or not, I try my best to rectify the situation if I can (either by addressing the person directly if face to face, or deleting a rude comment) or choose to let it go. I pick my battles, and I don’t like to fight.

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In a perfect world our family would really be seen no differently than any other family, and hopefully some day that will be the case. Until then, I’m going to keep sharing our lives that are mostly just as typical as yours, and sprinkle in some of the uniqueness of our multiracial family attributes when they come up.

I mean… I might as well now that that cat is out of the bag.

Any questions?

All the cute photos in this post were taken by Jordan Huntington Photography and Kristen Jansen Photography

I don’t think I can ever forget the first time my now-husband said “I love you.” We were (sorta) watching A Knights Tale. He was freaking out a little bit about moving to a new school come fall that would be three hours away from me. I was trying to keep him calm, and thinking of ways we’d make it work. We’d known each other about two weeks at this point, but I knew this guy was it for me.

He was explaining to me why he was nervous about moving away and blurted out that he loved me, then kissed me before I could say it back. If I could have my life played back to me on a movie screen, that would be one moment that I’d request to make the cut.

I like to think of myself as someone who is good with words. But my words are most definitely better when they’re strung together in writing.

It’s always been easier for me to put my emotions to paper than say them on a whim. For our anniversary just over a month ago I drafted an email on my phone listing 10 facts about our marriage and sent it to my husband. It was moving reading it together. I love writing letters, sending emails, or little love notes now and then. I’ve saved many of the cards and notes he’s written to me through the years, tucking them away in my journal.

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Since having kids we haven’t had as much time for romance. My drawer that was once filled with lace things has been replaced with yoga pants and t-shirts. I swore I wouldn’t be one of those parents who let their kids sleep in their room with them yet, that’s exactly where we’ve wound up. A few months back Lil’ J became terrified to sleep in her own room and she started sleeping in a corner in our room.

We still make time to go on dates, either a full-on night out with an actual babysitter (aka Grannie) or we’ll do a date night in after the kids go to sleep with takeout and a movie.

Despite the dynamics changing, I feel like I love the quality time we spend together as a family as much as the time we spend alone. Just in a different way. And watching my husband interact with our kids has me loving him more than ever, and I’m trying to tell him that more. I mean I tell him all the time. Every time we hang up the phone, leave for work, or go to bed, then other random times through the day. But it’s nice to be told in a note, a text, or more specifically with the reasons why I do.

Let the one you love know how you feel and #PutYourHeartToPaper. Tips on expressing your feelings this Valentines day. (This may be the first time I’ve successfully photographed something other than people)

Hallmark is asking all of us to #PutYourHeartToPaper. And let the ones we love know how we feel by writing it down so they have a tangible, long-lasting reminder. They have tips to do that on their website.

I watched one of the videos about a couple each taken to another room and recorded answering questions about their spouse. Then they were brought together to watch what the other said, and by the end they were each in tears. I think along with putting our hearts to paper, putting it to video works too.

I’d love to talk my husband into doing something like this. Of course I wouldn’t publish it for the world to see, but I’d cherish it forever. I’d write us each a list of questions to answer in a recording on our phones. Then we’d share them with each other. Hmm… Maybe it’ll be a good idea for this month. And maybe it’ll even be a good time for me to start restocking the pretty lace things too.

How do you tell someone you love them? Do you prefer cards, letters, poetry, or saying it face to face?

Let the one you love know how you feel and #PutYourHeartToPaper. Tips on expressing your feelings this Valentines day.

 

I’m passionate about making and saving memories. This post was a part of an ongoing partnership with Hallmark to share some of my life’s special moments and occasions. All opinions (and typos) are my own.

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As I lie in bed thinking about how fun it has been to get away for a few days just to celebrate us I wonder how the next 10 years of marriage will go. Are the first 10 years the hardest? I ask myself. If so, we’ve got this in the bag.

Just then my husband turns over and I wonder if he’s waking up for the morning after a blissful nights rest, or just stirring. It looks like his eyes are closed but I can’t be sure.

“Why are you looking at me all weird?” He says to me. The first words out of his mouth on our start to year 11.

Yep. We got this in the bag.

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