Our Random, Fun Life!

I love and adore my husband. We have been married for almost 5 years and have 2 beautiful children. Since being married, we’ve had 4 different addresses in 3 different states. I wouldn’t trade my life or my husband for anything. From the outside looking in, however, you may not think we are so in love. We don’t hold hands, and we rarely go on dates. If you catch us kissing in public, you are one of the very few who has done so. I have two issues that prevent my husband and me from holding hands. First, my hands have a tendency to get clammy. And second, my fingers are pretty bony. My husband always jokes with me about my sweaty hands. If we do hold hands, it’s only for a couple minutes because he can’t stand the pain much more than that. But my husband also has his own issues with handholding. His aren’t physical, but stem from the regulations at West Point and in the military. His Bugle Notes from 2002 mention only offering your arm when needed for assistance or at

Let me begin by saying, I am no Emily Post. On occasion, I have been known to break a rule or two of etiquette. The one rule that I try not to break, however, is to RSVP to an invitation. My mother may have had the biggest influence on me when it comes to RSVPing. She insisted on sending in the reply and doing so within the first few days of receiving an invitation. While at times I may send in my response the day before the recipient is asking for it; I usually try to send in my RSVP within the first few days. I am surprised though at the number of people who never send in a response, wait until the very last minute to send in a response, or send a response in late (sometimes even a day or two later). The first time I really had anything to do with RSVPing wasn’t until college friends started getting married. Prior to that, the only real commitment I had to make well in advance was for spring break. I can still remember getting my first wedding invitation. It was