Sunday, September 30, 2012

FPC 14: The Part-Member Marriage

MMM Note:  Today is the last day of this year's Family Proclamation Celebration. I would like to thank the wonderful writers who contributed the great guest posts, and the wise and incredibly attractive readers that read them. I would also like to welcome any new readers that may have stumbled into my blog. Brace yourselves.  Finally, I would like to thank the founders and co-hosts of this event, JocelynMontserrat, and Stephanie. I appreciate your courage in allowing me to break the glass ceiling of male participation and be a host this year. It has been an honor.  Now, on to the last post...

The Part Member Marriage
It has been discussed that not everyone meets the "ideal" presented by the Proclamation. Some are single, some are childless, some are single parents, many families are blended, shattered, mended and tattered. But teachings and promises of the Proclamation are of value to all.

Today I would like to talk about a small group of saints that also does not fall within the full "ideal" of the Proclamation, yet deserves our acceptance, admiration and support. I am almost certain you know someone in this group. Usually they are our Sisters, but not always. The part-member marriage.

I am in awe of these people. These are the saints that are at their meetings on Sunday, fulfilling callings, and serving others. And they do it alone, because their spouse is not a member of the Church. They push and struggle for eternity, even without the covenant of eternal marriage to guide them and strengthen them, or a partner with common goals. They don't see themselves as especially strong, which reenforces their goodness.

Some are alone in the Gospel because they married a non-member. Some because their spouse broke covenants and has yet to return to full standing. Some because their spouse fell away through weakness, or even more difficult, through apostasy. Some member-marriages are effectiely part-member through inactivity of one of the spouses. Yet half of the marriage continues on the path to sainthood, week after week - sometimes with their kids, but without their spouse by their side.

I don't know if I could do that.     Or for how long.

I have several really good friends who fit this description. One married in the temple, only to watch her husband descend into apostasy. Another, whose husband was excommunicated, and has yet to return. Another who joined the church alone, hoping that one day the rest of the family would follow. And last, a friend who married outside the faith.

Some friends and family I know that married outside the faith found it less contentious to withdraw from activity, while others manage the best they can. Every situation is different, and preserving a marriage is a serious priority. Preserving a part-member marriage is a serious priority, too. If you decide to attempt to pass judgment in this area, you will usually get it wrong. So don't.

I recently asked one of my friends whose husband is not a member of the Church, "Hey! I'm writing a blog post about part-member marriages. Do you want to help?" (Tact is not as necessary among friends.)  She agreed to answer some questions.  And some of these are questions that you should never ask anybody. They are very personal, very difficult, and somewhat inappropriate.

But she did it any way.  Why? Because she knows that I love her and respect her. She is incredibly intelligent, and very kind. And she is wise enough to understand that she might provide an insight that we don't usually get when discussing the Proclamation.  Please note that she has a great marriage, great kids, and a fabulous husband, whom she adores. They are very much in love. He is an awesome guy, and they are a really cute couple. There is only one thing missing.

Here is the conversation with my friend. Please be respectful of her feelings and courage - she told me that this is hard. These are pearls. If you act like swine in the comment section, I will hunt you down.

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You were a member of the church when you got married.  Why were you dating non-members then, and why did you decide to fall in love with someone who could not take you to the temple? 

I joined the church when I was 20 and, like so many new converts, quickly became inactive. Even though I attended a singles ward for about six months, I have never been on a date with a member of the church. I was dating non-members because I was essentially one of them, and had always been. With no background in the church and no support system, I had no idea how important marriage in the temple was, or what my gospel path would be in the years to come.

When did you become "active," and why? What changed?

Inactivity weighed on my conscience every single day. After we were married I attended church very rarely. Just enough to stay on the radar. Then I was blessed with a “visiting teaching stalker.” Now, unless the Holy Spirit instructs you do this, please don’t. But this woman, the most shy and meek person I’ve even known, was definitely moved. She called me at least once per week. She would catch me coming or going, make appointments (I would always stand her up), and leave happy notes or treats. She never seemed annoyed, although I gave her every reason to be. Finally, many months later, she wore me down and I let her in. At the end of our first real conversation she said genuinely, “See? I just knew we would be friends. I really like you.” With a friend by my side, I could do anything. Even come back to church. I began to attend every Sunday, and stayed through all three meetings, but even then I was still on the periphery. 

You come to church faithfully, usually with your kids, and occasionally your husband comes with you. How does it feel to be a single-church-mom most of the time?

Honestly, it feels really hard.

When our children were smaller, I missed the extra pair of helping hands. Now that they are a little older (all three are still in primary) and behave themselves quite well, I "wish for" the companionship, shared vision, and eternal family that I know we are missing. The one phrase that I have heard more times from more well-meaning people than you can possibly imagine is, "It's like you're divorced on Sunday." Usually this phrase comes on the heels of a big, "You're such a strong person for coming all alone," compliment. I'm not divorced or particularly strong. I just know the church is true. 

How do you feel you are perceived by the other members of the ward? Do you ever feel "less than?"

I have learned that I am perceived in whatever way I perceive myself. I used to feel "less than" every single day, and as a result, interacted less, served less, and gave less of myself to the people around me. I could spend three hours at church and not have a single person speak to me.

A few years ago we had a new Bishop who forced me into action with my first big calling. His trust convinced me that the Lord must have that same trust in me. I threw myself into the fray and began serving with my all for the first time. I learned then that the way people treat you is nothing more than a reflection of the way you treat them. I adore my ward family and try to serve them as much as I can.

You have been in some labor intensive callings.  How does your husband feel about the time you spend on church service beyond the block?

My husband has always been supportive. He knows that I am the happiest mom and wife when I have lots of serving to do. I believe he sees "labor intensive callings" as a benefit to himself.

Some of your children are old enough to get baptized, but that hasn't happened yet.  What is the family dynamic regarding ordinances?

Before we married, even though I was still inactive, we agreed that our children would be raised in the LDS church. Easy to do when the children are still hypothetical! My husband is a very active Lutheran, which I appreciate and respect, so his religious views are much deeper than "Sunday is for football." As our children are growing and starting to want to be baptized, the dynamic is very stressful. They know that the church is true, but upsetting Daddy is really scary. Our ten year old is moving in the direction of baptism, but we have to be clear that he'll still spend ½ of his Sundays at the Lutheran church.

Although I can't see the path between where I am now and our ultimate eternal family, I do know that it exists. I believe that maintaining a healthy marriage and family is just as important as helping my children to make and keep covenants because my ultimate goal is to get get to the Celestial Kingdom together.

So your full immersion in the church came well after marriage and kids. Did your renewed activity come as a surprise to your husband, and how has he changed because of your change - if at all?

He hasn’t changed, but I have. Immersion in the gospel changed everything about me. Every thought, every action, every interaction has the opportunity to be colored by the influence of the Holy Ghost... when I’m paying attention.

I know that you have had to teach RS lessons about temple marriage.  Was it difficult, and how did you go about it?

In addition to not being married in the temple, I also haven't been there myself, so I could not have been more uncomfortable. First, I asked my Bishop if someone else could teach the lesson. He said no. Second, I asked God to make me sick so that someone else would have to teach the lesson. He also said no. Then I prepared the lesson with as much prayer, study, and humility as possible. What else was left to do?

What is the best thing that ward members can do to make your life easier, and develop relationships with your husband?

My life now is easy and wonderful. In harder times, I would have asked people to pay a little less attention to the fact that my husband was not present. I love it when someone who knows him asks after him. It's uncomfortable to answer questions about him with someone he doesn't know.

As far as my husband is concerned, I know that he has had so many random people bear their testimony to him, but he has never been asked what he believes. He thinks it's quite rude, and if the tables were turned, I think I would too. President Hinckley said, "Bring all the good that you have and let us see if we can add to it." There is a little gem in there that requires first knowing what good your audience has.

How often do full-time missionaries show up at your door with a part-member family list in their hands? What happens?

Too often. Everyone acts uncomfortable, including me. Then they leave with some cold bottled water.

Surely your husband knows your desires for him to be a member of the church and to be sealed in the temple. Does it come up in conversation? Is it an elephant in the room, or something that is just better left alone?

Any church topic only comes up when I bring it up. We used to have long discussions leading nowhere. Now he usually ends up cutting the conversation as short as possible. I leave it alone as much as possible.

What are your thoughts and feelings when you read the Family Proclamation? Does it bring you hope, or disappointment?

To me, the gospel of Jesus Christ is hope. And my part of hope is just to continue trying. My family situation isn’t perfect. It’s much better in some respects than many people I know, and worse in some ways too. “In the premortal realm, spirit sons and daughters knew and worshipped God as their Eternal Father and accepted His plan by which His children could obtain a physical body and gain earthly experience to progress toward perfection and ultimately realize their divine destiny as heirs of eternal life.”

We have the opportunity to progress toward eternal goals, moving forward, inch by inch, from wherever we currently are. “The divine plan of happiness enables family relationships to be perpetuated beyond the grave. Sacred ordinances and covenants available in holy temples make it possible for individuals to return to the presence of God and for families to be united eternally.” 

If you are like me, and not quite there yet, hear these inspired words with hope. Progress toward perfection. I know that those sacred ordinances and covenants are available, and will continue to be, until we get there.

Thank you , my friend.

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Saturday, September 29, 2012

FPC 13: Inches and Milestones

MMM Note: Over the past two weeks, my wonderful guest bloggers have been imparting wisdom and smiles. I appreciate their willingness and ability to share their thoughts regarding families, and the Family Proclamation.  I hope you loyal readers have enjoyed it, too.

What have I been doing the past two weeks? Nothing. Other than the one post last Wednesday, I've written nary a word. I have managed to monitor the comment section to keep out the riff-raff, and had an occasional tete-a-tete on Facebook, but that's about it. And life did go on...

But I'm back. The Proclamation Celebration is winding up tomorrow, and I decided that I am going to hog the last two spots. I invited myself to do it, and I eventually accepted my invitation. So, today and tomorrow, the FPC guest blogger will be me. It's nice to be back.

Once in a while I get extra-motivated. It doesn't happen often, but sometimes I kick into "turbo mode." Especially when it is something that I want to get over with as quickly as possible. (Yard work, chores, Christmas shopping, etc.)

One Saturday, I was in turbo mode.  My EC had purchased a "Magic Eraser" cleaning pad from Mr. Clean. If you haven't tried one, you should know that it is, indeed, magic.  Based on the color, I'm guessing it is good magic, rather than black magic. Either way, it works well.

I was conducting a search-and-destroy mission on all the smudges and fingerprints on the walls, doors and doorjambs in the house. (Let me interject with a reminder that I have four sons.) I was a scrubbing machine - where I went, cleanliness followed.

I entered the kitchen and started scrubbing the pantry door and the doorjamb. The youngest FOML interrupted me.

"Dad, stop!"
I stopped.
"What's wrong."
"Don't wash that."
"Wash what?"
"That!" He pointed at the doorjamb.
"Why not?"
"Look closer."

I stopped and looked closer, and was aghast to see that I had just wiped away the last five years of the family growth chart. Anytime someone wanted to see if they had grown taller, that doorjamb is where we marked it. Usually in pencil, sometimes in ink. That infernal Magic Eraser did a great job on both.

This was bad. My son wasn't as worried, and went to get a pencil. As best we could, we returned the lines by using the tiny imprints that were left behind. It wasn't perfect, but it was enough. No, I never bothered my EC with such a stupid small thing - and she didn't know until I was thinking about writing this.

It took a mere swipe to wipe away the details of my children's growth, but the imprints remained. It is not much different with the real details of my children's lives - they fade so quickly - and it makes me sad.

We have five kids, and we have been parents for a long time. It has been 24 years since I could cradle my little girl in my arms and sing her to sleep. 21 years since FOML2's first steps. Dance recitals, soccer games, baptisms, vacations - life with kids is a perpetual stream of experiences - and we make a mark on the wall of our memory for as many as we can.

But time serves as the unlitmate Magic Eraser. One day we are laughing at our child's inability to say the word "breakfast," now we sit around an empty table trying to remember which kid it was. The details begin to slip away. But the imprints remain - not on the wall, but in our children themselves. Eventually they will grow up, and those imprints will have helped them become what they have become. To some of you, this might seem like forever away. But it isn't. Before you know it, you will be trying to remember which baby threw up on the laptop keyboard, and which kid collected Pokemon cards - and you will disagree.

Keep track of those moments. I got my first digital camera in 1999. What a blessing this technology has turned out to be. We take far more pictures digitally than we ever did with film. We also don't find ourselves stocking them away in shoeboxes, awaiting the day that they would magically transform themselves into acid-free, die-cut scrapbooks.

Now we have Instagram, Tumblr, blogs, Facebook, and many other ways to share photos.  My favorite?  My wife's computer in the kitchen. She has a running slideshow of her photo library as the screen saver. Sometimes I find myself standing there for half-an-hour, entranced as photographic evidence of our lives fill the screen. A family photo album, or a family blog is family history - don't let anyone tell you any differently.

My EC keeps a family blog and also separate blogs for our missionaries.  For my son's 22 birthday, she gifted him a 200 page blog book, complete with all his letters home, and photos. It was a thing of beauty. I am sooo envious.  But, to her credit, on my birthday, she gifted me a blog book of the year 2009 - a year in the life of our family. (Three more until she's caught up.) It was truly a labor of love, and family history. Ad if you have seen the TV show Revolution, the books make much more sense.

We try not to get too obsessed about preserving every single memory - it is impossible and/or annoying. One snarky friend reminded us of this futility with a gift - it was a small ceramic bottle with a cork in the top. Painted on the side were the words, "Baby's First Fart."  Need I say more?

There is something fascinating about watching your babies become adults - Independent, smart, & capable. We hope we have done what God expects us to do as parents. We hope we have helped the important things in life to imprint on their hearts and souls. As they grow, we find joy as we see them become educated and successful, serve missions, marry, and be good, righteous people. Yet all possible earthly accomplishments pale in comparison to the singular hope that they carry a testimony of the Savior.

You think a baby's first steps are exciting? Wait until you get to witness that same baby receive their temple endowment, and be sealed to an eternal companion. Always remembering that those milestones come from a lifetime of pencil marks.

Keep track of those pencil marks. Capture them, recognize them, cherish them. But know that great milestones also await.
PS:  If you don't have your digital photos backed-up, go do it now, or I might have to slap you.


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Friday, September 28, 2012

FPC 12: Unlikely Angels



Mike Henneke is a newspaper editor, Mormon dad of 5 kids, recognized as eye candy for the School of the Blind and writes at www.thismike.com. While he denies any allegations of a Facebook addiction, Mike swears he can quit Chili Cheese Fritos any time he wants.

At first I thought the man in the Home Depot apron intended to remove me from my position on one of their store couches.

As I sat there waiting for my son, I saw the man walk up out of the corner of my eye. Even though he hesitated at first, I could tell the large man with neatly combed gray hair wanted to talk. The tiredness was evident in his face.

Despite my aching body from working all day, despite my irritation with my son and an enthralling Facebook thread about boredom, I looked up and smiled.
That was all he needed.

I assumed this would be small talk, the kind we usually engage in during store conversations with strangers. For any family members with me, this usually involves great embarrassment. They’ve seen me go to great lengths to get somebody to smile or laugh. 

But this was different. He stood there in front of me telling me about his life, how he had to take care of his ill wife for most of his marriage. She had been gone for almost a year after her death, and it still hurt. Boy did it hurt.

As he talked, I put my phone away and gave him my full attention. Now that I think about it, I should really give my wife the same courtesy. She really shouldn’t compete with the phone, iPad or television.

We talked for about 5 minutes, until my 17-year-old son walked up to us. Because he has the sensitivity of 80-grit sandpaper, he didn’t hesitate to launch into his agenda. Even though I politely shushed him, I knew the conversation was over.

Before I left him I conveyed my empathy to this man as best I could, knowing I would never see him again. It seems like something a heaven-sent angel would do.

Even now, it’s hard to consider myself an angel. I’m barely housebroken. I often sport barbecue stains on my church suit, show up late to meetings and quote more lines from M*A*S*H then scriptures.

But I think Heavenly Father gets that. Simply put, angels are ordinary people put in the right situation at the right time to help others.

No matter what “Touched By An Angel” would have you believe, they don’t always turn with that Duracell glow and talk with an Irish accent. They don’t care who wins the pennant (See “Angels in the Outfield”) and I suspect that the wings pose a definite problem getting through airport security.

Most angels are like my beautiful wife of 24 years, who had a feeling one Sunday to leave church in a hurry. It was a persistant prompting, with a little more urgency than a still small voice.

As she and my son approached my house in our van, they could see a woman hunched over on the curb, not more than 20 feet from our garbage can. She turned out to be a neighbor on our street, not a member of our church.

As Barb exited the van and approached the woman, it was obvious that she had been crying. She had no shoes. For whatever reason, she had to leave her house in a hurry. And on this day, she stopped in front of our house.

Barb’s offer for more help was declined. But wife didn’t leave without hugging the woman tightly. Rarely have I met somebody who can show Christ-like love better than her.

Even now, I’m not sure what happened to the woman. But I continue to think back to that day and that instant, Heavenly Father knew of this woman, and her immense pain. She wasn’t in our Relief Society or on some ward list to save. But Heavenly Father loved her just as much, if not more.

The divinely inspired “The Family: A Proclamation To The World” makes the point very clear.
“All human beings—male and female—are created in the image of God. Each is a beloved spirit son or daughter of heavenly parents.”

Notice that word beloved. I’ll keep that in mind the next time I’m walking through Home Depot or any other location for that matter. 

Just in case somebody needs an unlikely angel.
The Henneke Family

Thanks, Mike!
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Thursday, September 27, 2012

FPC 11: Janette Rallison on Joy (?)


MMM note:  I'm extra happy to have a guest post written by Janette Rallison. Because she is famous. And wise. And funny. And she is actually a writer. (Regular readers of my blog are not used to real writing!) I appreciate her taking the time to chime in about the Proclamation.

Janette Rallison writes books because writing is much more fun than cleaning bathrooms. Her avoidance of housework has led her to writing 18 novels. Her award winning young adult novels, such as My Fair Godmother, My Unfair Godmother; Just One Wish; and her latest; My Double Life have sold over 1,000,000 copies. Most of her books are romantic comedies because hey, there is enough angst in real life, but there’s a drastic shortage of both humor and romance.  She lives in Chandler, Arizona with her husband, five kids, and enough cats to classify her as eccentric.

Janette and Family Somewhere Green
Joy (?)

The day that Middle-Aged Mormon Man asked me to guest blog about The Family Proclamation was a typical Saturday at our house. I set out the job lists for our four children. (The fifth is grown and married.) Even though the job lists have been a part of our schedule roughly since the children were embryos, each child did their best to act as though they had never heard of the concept of work before. 

Oldest son slept in, ignored his list, ignored the various objects he’d left strewn around, then left for his job. Youngest daughter flitted around the house all day like a butterfly with ADD, entertaining herself with scraps of pipe cleaners, air molecules, and anything else that happened to float into her line of vision. She was always doing her jobs, and yet they never got done. Middle daughter declared she had too much homework to be bothered with jobs, acted offended that we required her to pick up her junk, let alone anyone else’s, and basically barricaded herself in her bedroom where she most likely read a novel for half the day. Every time we reminded youngest son that he needed to do his jobs, he replied, “I’m a thug, and I’ll do what I want!” Which might have been cute if he was five, but no, he’s a teenager.

On days like this, I want to proclaim a lot of things about my family, none of which are found in the official proclamation.  I know I’m not alone. Parenting is hard work. In fact, it seems there are these sorts of “proclaiming” moments in every single day.

According to the Proclamation, "Successful marriages and families are established and maintained on principles of faith, prayer, repentance, forgiveness, respect, love, compassion, work, and wholesome recreational activities."

It seems like a simple concept. I still remember sitting at a restaurant with my then fiancé planning out our family.  We were going to have five darling, well-behaved children, each spaced two years apart. It would be easy to raise them because we were going to be perfect parents.

The only thing that went as planned was that we ended up with five children (and okay, they are darling.)

Nothing has been easy, especially getting them here. All four of the children now at home wouldn’t be here without a skilled team of fertility doctors. I had pregnancies that were nightmares. I had twins—which meant I didn’t have a good night’s sleep for 18 months straight. There were bouts of colic, never ending ear infections, and more trips to the emergency room than I want to recount. And in some respects those were the good old days.

Despite all of that, I honestly believe that motherhood—that parenthood—is the greatest calling a person can have. It is part of our divine nature to create. It’s in our nature to nurture and love the children God sends to us. It’s the greatest responsibility and the greatest work we can do. After having each baby, I felt like I won the lottery—better than the lottery, because each child was a priceless gift.

Maybe it’s a holdover from those agonizing infertility years, but I’m still astounded whenever someone tells me that they don’t plan on having children or that they don’t want many children.  It’s like turning down the jackpot. Why would a person not want one of the greatest gifts life has to offer?

Yes, parenthood is hard work with frustrations, worries, and the occasional heartbreak thrown into the mix, but as Adam and Eve found out after they left the Garden of Eden, a person can’t truly know joy unless they’ve also known sorrow.  This seems to be a true principle for parenting as well.  Frustrations come with the job but so do those moments of sublime joy.

As I’ve been writing this essay, my youngest daughter interrupted me so I could hold a sign she’d made. She drafted me into the cheering section while she performed a song/dance/cheer for her older sister’s color guard team. Both of my sons—including the thug wanna-be—came into my room to joke around with me about something. Middle daughter gave me a hug goodnight and told me she loved me, even if I’m sometimes rude to her band director. (I still haven’t forgiven him for making her run extra laps in 114 degree weather—when she was sick—because other people in the band were late for practice. I admit to sending him a terse email about that. I do this sort of thing just to embarrass my children.) And I found a note from youngest daughter on my dresser telling me that she loved me.

Sublime moments of joy. (Enjoying the kids, that is—not writing terse emails to the band director.)

Children are worth all the work. Working on our families is worth every moment of frustration. It’s all worth it. Joy comes with the journey.
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Thanks Janette!
She didn't ask, but here is a link to her website. If you've got kids, you need to buy her books.  http://www.janetterallison.com/
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Wednesday, September 26, 2012

FPC 10: The Proclamation Captured

When I heard that today would be a blog hop (with prize - see below) and the theme would be picture essays representing the Family Proclamation, I figured I should go straight to a "Pro." A professional photographer that is. I figured that a wedding photographer spends a tremendous amount of time capturing, and looking at images of people who are seriously in love. (You never hear about divorce photographers.)  So, I wrote to Mindy to see if she could offer any insights. She did. The photos are lovely, as is Mindy.
A Happy MIndy
Mindy is a wife, mom to 3, photographer, fitness instructor, violin teacher, YW president, runner, friend, and lover of bleu cheese. In her spare time she... wait, there is no spare time. You can find more of her photography at www.melindasmithphotography.com


 My favorite part of the Family Proclamation might not even stand out to anyone else... I love the part that says,

    "Husband and wife have a solemn responsibility to love and care for each other..."

It's followed by a lot of instruction about loving and caring for and rearing children in righteousness, but first... FIRST... husband and wife have a solemn responsibility to love and care for each other.



I'm a professional photographer, so I get to be part of a lot of moments of love... engagements, weddings, babies, and families. Through the years of capturing these moments I've become ultra-aware of those little physical gestures, those "hey baby" looks, those smiles... all those things that mean "I love you". I notice that it's pretty easy for the engaged couples to be lovey with each other... but not as easy for the longer-married couples to show their affection.


It's made me think a lot about the way that I show my husband love. We have been pretty consistent with keeping our love alive, even though it's easy to get complacent as the years go by. It's easy to forget how much a nose crinkling smile means to the one you love. It's easy to pass by each other without a little squeeze on the arm. It's easy to just get busy with life and ignore those little meaningful gestures that were so much a part of your relationship when you were engaged, first married, first expecting a new little one.


But... doesn't the proclamation say that it's our solemn responsibility?? No, it doesn't say that we have to kiss each other a lot, and hold hands in the movie theater, and I know there is a whole lot more to loving and caring than the physical gestures of love...but I really think if we neglect those little things, we might also be neglecting some of the bigger things, and that's a sure recipe for a failed relationship.


My husband and I go on regular dates... we always have, even when the kids were little. We hired babysitters (who sometimes called us in tears because our son had escaped out the window, or some other stunt), even when we didn't have much money at all. And believe me, we really didn't have much money back then. It was a necessity for us, and I think it made all the difference for our marriage. I still look forward to our dates (at least twice a month, sometimes more).


We work together... we're a team. I was visiting with a divorced friend the other day, and she was expressing the lack of teamwork they had experienced when they were married. It was sad to hear how much she did herself, and how none of their projects were joint efforts. Some of our projects together aren't the greatest (painting the kitchen involved my husband doing most of the work and me crying because I just knew we'd never be done), and we don't do everything together, but we dream together, we plan together, we decide together... we're a team. No matter what, we've "got each other's back".


We gross our kids out. Yes, they will probably be traumatized for life because they see their mom and dad kiss. Sometimes we kiss a lot in front of them. They see a lot of hugs, hand-holding, an occasional bum pinch, and get to hear all sorts of mushy stuff. I even had to learn not to text certain things to my husband when he is on a business trip with our 11 year old who is playing on his phone... I figure that we'll get some "yucks" and "ewwws" now, but our kids will always know that we love each other. They can see it.


Which brings me to another point... and I'll be brief... but some regular lovin' in the bedroom is a surefire way to let each other know that you love each other and everything is okay. There have been many times when my husband's job has taken him away a lot, and we don't get to see each other much. Sometimes there isn't time for lengthy dates, or long talks, but it doesn't have to take a long time... and it can do wonders to help strengthen your relationship.


These points might seem over-simplified, but I don't think that the importance of physical signs of love for a strong marriage can be overlooked. How are you going to have a strong family if the core is weak? The two of you are what started the whole thing... and you will be the ones left when all of your children are grown and gone. I would love to see every married couple have stars in their eyes when they look at each other. I would love to see the sweet touches and glances and smiles with every couple... not only the ones who are just starting out. My photographer eye loves to see those true expressions of love... they warm my heart and remind me that forever love does exist.


Thanks, Mindy!
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Look at what you could win if you participate in the blog hop! You have until Sunday to add a link to your own Family Proclamation Photo Essay post. Better get busy!

Would you like a beautiful photo proclamation book? It uses the entire text from The Family: A Proclamation to the World to accompany your photos! Designed by Jill Means it looks great with color or black and white photos. You can see sample pages above. Viovio is giving away a $50 gift certificate for one lucky participant in today's blog hop to use in ordering their own personalized photo book! The Family Proclamation template is created for a square book, so the winner will be able to create a book from any of the square sizes - 3.5 x 3.5, 5x5, 8.5x8.5, 10x10, or 12x12. Viovio produces gorgeous, high-quality photo books and photo cards. With a variety of templates to choose from you'll be sure to find the perfect fit to showcase your family photos.


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