Hope for the rocky marriage

by Amanda Wells // January 10, 2020 // No Comments

I saw it happen. It’s one of those things you can see in other people and it seems as if it’s in slow motion, a train wreck you can’t stop. I watched them argue and fight, not even bothering to... Continue reading →

To my forever valentine

by Amanda Wells // February 12, 2019 // No Comments

To my forever valentine Dear husband, I’ll never forget the early years where we laughed and laughed at the things people said we’d fight over. Toilet paper. Toothpaste. Money. You laughed and left my toilet paper roll on the stand... Continue reading →

Husband, I don’t have feelings for you anymore

by Amanda Wells // February 11, 2019 // 6 Comments

It finally happened. After all these years, I stopped having feelings for my husband. I heard it would happen. We were too different and it wouldn’t work, they said. Turns out they were right. Mentally, I checked off all his... Continue reading →

A love story that broke my heart

by Amanda Wells // February 6, 2019 // No Comments

They begged me to read, clearly frustrated that I’d paused in the middle of the story. But I couldn’t see the words because hot tears blurred my vision. It was just a kid’s story from our homeschool curriculum but... Continue reading →

I’m married now but I still won’t be celebrating Valentine’s Day

by Amanda Wells // February 4, 2019 // No Comments

❤️ I never liked Valentine’s Day. ❤️ It was always the day filled with couples boasting their love for one another, however short that lasted in middle school. It was always the day my girlfriends received singing grams and... Continue reading →

The Moment I Knew I Loved You

by Amanda Wells // January 14, 2019 // No Comments

From your cowboy boots to your slow smile, you had my heart from the beginning. Your country roots showed when you opened doors or opened your mouth with a “ma’am.” Respect rang out in your voice whether you spoke with... Continue reading →

The Power of a Mother’s Hug

by Amanda Wells // April 30, 2018 // No Comments

I’ve never been much of a hugger. If everyone respected my bubble and stayed out of my space, I’d be good with that. Except I have six kids and from the minute my first one began growing in my womb,... Continue reading →

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