Laughter Should Be Risky Business

Marriage Is Like Making FeltWhen two pieces of wool cloth are rubbed together, nothing really happens – maybe some heat from the friction develops or those annoying little pills pop up. But, when you’re done rubbing (and feeling kind of weird that you’re rubbing cloth together) you’re still left with two pieces of wool. Separate, individual pieces.

On the other hand, when you place that wool in hot water and apply friction, the fibers begin to activate and deactivate. Fibers are loosened, pulled, and built back together. When aggravated under moisture and heat, the fibers are easily bonded together. The new wool cloth is felted – stable and strong.

Marriage is like making felt.

Sometimes friction isn’t enough to bind two people together. It’s possible to do life together as two separate entities, two people coexisting, relying on their own strength and individual value.

But, the heart of marriage is unity.

Put two people in hot water, where they are stretched and loosened, and the core of who they are will start building together. Spaces will develop in their inner fiber creating room for other fibers. Bonds are formed and a strong, united relationship can develop.

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Isn’t this week’s topic laughter? Yup! Why have you gone on this tangent about marriage and making felt? Well…

I think having fun with your spouse should involve risk – an element of hot water.

Laughter is healing, “just because” is always a good reason, and playtime still applies to adults, but those things can be maximized when put under a little heat. When we get out of our comfort zone, especially in the way we have fun with our spouse, we create more space in our hearts for the relationship to grow. 

I’m not suggesting you involve yourself in a high-speed chase on your way to a romantic dinner or give yourself unnecessary stress in the effort to add a heating element to your relationship. What I am suggesting is a willingness to do something new, even in the way you have fun together.

Take a risk. Do something out of the ordinary. Laughter is sometimes sweeter when it’s the result of something new.

Tim wasn’t very familiar with Bed & Breakfasts, so we built in a stay at one on our honeymoon.  B&B styles vary and this was the type where all the guests eat a one big table – which can be semi-awkward for newlywed introverts. Conversation topics ranged from hiking to bar mitzvahs and everything in between. Had we not strayed from the Hilton path, we wouldn’t have had covert smirks over our bruleed grapefruit and “did he really say that?” moments to remember.

Getting out of your comfort zone in the fun department isn’t always a success, but the imperfect experiences couples share are part of the heat that builds strong bonds in marriage.

Try a new sport and laugh at your abismal tennis swing (that’s from personal experience). Try an ethnic cuisine and surpress giggles as your hubby chokes down a foreign food for the first time. Try homemade instead of store bought then smile together while you go to the store to buy what you just failed to make.

Laughter isn’t always about laughing, it’s about the experiences that precipitate the laughter. When those experiences are out of the ordinary – risky – you not only get laughter, but you also stretch and pull your relationship out of yourself and into one another. Strong, sturdy bonds are formed when you let your guard down and take risks – all in the name of fun.

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Enjoy the perspective on laughter of four other lovely ladies:

Check out the other posts in this series: Communication. ServiceSex 

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My Portion of Primitive

The Sunny SideYou better bet that when the sun is out, Tim and I are out and about as well. Winter in Northern Idaho has been quite overcast, so we take advantage of every ray of sunshine. I’m writing this as I sit cat-like on the floor in a swath of sunlight coming in from our sliding glass door.

This morning was one of those rare sunny days, so we headed outdoors for a hike at English Point. (More on our love of outdoor activities in Monday’s How To Maintain A High Maintenance Marriage post.) We decided on the Yellow Trail, a 3.6 mile loop amidst tall pines, with occasional glimpses of Hayden Lake.

I thought with the warmer weather we’ve been having, the snow would be melted like it is in town. However, I hadn’t factored in the shade from those tall trees keeping the temperatures cooler than other places; so we ventured forth on a trail covered in snow.

Yellow TrailLong stretches of snow and packed ice were interrupted by a mishmosh of mud and pools of murky water. If we weren’t slip-sliding away on the frozen trail, we were carefully picking our way through the dirt and puddles.

We were successfully avoiding a major catastrophe (broken arm from slipping on ice or a face plant into the pond while crossing a frozen bridge) but the going was tedious at points. Despite some good saves, I eventually slid on a patch of ice, pushing my left shoe into a squishy pile of mud. Murky water seeped in through the mesh and I stared sadly at the large brown splotch adorning my previously white shoe.

At that point, the sun didn’t seem so bright. I was irritated at my “ruined” shoes, wondering why we even chose this trail in the first place. Our progress was slow and each step required attention – not my idea of a pleasant hike.

Just A Little Mud

A few paces ahead, while I was still fuming about my shoes, I heard that soft voice whispering something in the back of my head. I was diverted long enough in my fuming to listen more intently as God reminded me that I had a choice to ruin my morning by perseverating about the muck and mire or to just enjoy the hike in spite of its imperfections.

Sigh of resignation. Yes, Lord.

God gave me sun and blue sky and glimpses of sparkling lake. I finally have appropriate Winter clothing (see #7) that makes hikes in 35 degree weather possible. Tim and I had a wonderful conversation. Yet, I was choosing to let a little mud ruin all of that.

Mud happens. It’s dirty and an inconvenience when you splatter it all over your new shoes, but mud is also a sign that seasons are changing, that Spring is coming. It is my choice whether to celebrate the spring or bemoan the winter in my life. 

I’ve seen myself make the wrong choice a lot lately. I will dwell on the negative or let one small irritation color my attitude for the rest of the day. Good can turn bad, and stay bad, with one choice. I look back on all the bad that I created with my choices and mourn the good that could have been.

May we choose to see God’s good gifts amidst the imperfect and the primitive – this week and always.

Well there’s a dark and a troubled side of life.
There’s a bright and a sunny side too.
But if you meet with the darkness and strife,
The sunny side we also may view.

Keep on the sunny side, always on the sunny side,
Keep on the sunny side of life.
It will help us every day, it will brighten all the way,
If we keep on the sunny side of life.

Oh, the storm and its fury broke today,
Crushing hopes that we cherish so dear.
Clouds and storms will in time pass away.
The sun again will shine bright and clear.

Keep on the sunny side, always on the sunny side,
Keep on the sunny side of life.
It will help us every day, it will brighten all the way,
If we’ll keep on the sunny side of life.

Let us greet with a song of hope each day.
Though the moments be cloudy or fair.
Let us trust in our Saviour always,
To keep us, every one, in His care.

Keep on the sunny side, always on the sunny side,
Keep on the sunny side of life.
It will help us every day, it will brighten all the way,
If we’ll keep on the sunny side of life.

Keep On The Sunny Side of Life by June Carter Cash

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Cream-Filled Chocolate Sandwiches

Cream Filled Chocolate Sandwiches

I have two go-to cookbooks when I’m in the mood to bake cookies: Great Cookies by Carole Walter and Martha Stewart’s Cookies: The Very Best Treats To Bake And Share by Martha Stewart. Both are fantastic compendiums of tried and true cookie recipes.

Cream-Filled Chocolate Sandwiches come from Martha Stewart’s Cookies. I absolutely love the table of contents in this book! It’s organized by type of cookie (light and delicate, soft and chewy…) and has a photo of each cookie. When you’re in the cookie baking mood, it’s so fun to flip through the first couple pages and let a photo jump out at you.

That’s what happened a couple weeks ago when I was looking for a dessert to bring  for a dinner gathering with new friends. Cookies

DSC_0590These sandwiches are the perfect balance between chocolate and vanilla, cookie and cream. Despite they layers, they are low maintenance to throw together. They taste like a more complex Oreo cookie: a smooth, vanilla infused cream sandwiched between thick, chewy chocolate cookie.

A sugar coating gives the baked chocolate cookies great textural interest and a little extra sweetness (not that these cookies need help in that department…).

Frosted CookiesThe cream filling is pure, decadent, and creamy – no slippery aftertaste. Just butter, shortening, vanilla, and powdered sugar whipped together. When you bite into one of these cookies, some of the filling will squish out and its just glorious.

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I would absolutely eat the chocolate cookie as is, but they positively ask for a filling. The cream is a traditional compliment, but I imagine they’d be delicious with a peanut butter cream or your favorite preserves in the middle.

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Cream-Filled Chocolate Sandwich Cookies from Martha Stewart’s Cookies

To vary the flavor, roll the sides of filled cookies in crushed candy cane, sprinkles, or mini chocolate chips. The dough can be made ahead and chilled in the fridge for up to one week or in the freezer for one month. Thaw completely before proceeding with recipe.

Yield: 2 1/2 dozen

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  • 1 1/4 cups all-purpose flour
  • 3/4 cup unsweetened Dutch-process cocoa powder
  • 1 teaspoon baking soda
  • 1/4 teaspoon baking powder
  • 1/4 teaspoon salt
  • 1 1/2 cups sugar, plus more for flattening cookies
  • 10 tablespoons (1 1/4 sticks) unsalted butter, room temperature
  • 1 large egg, room temperature
  • Vanilla Cream Filling – recipe follows

Preheat oven to 375 degrees F.  In a bowl, whisk together flour, cocoa powder, baking soda, baking powder, and salt.

In the bowl of an electric mixer, cream sugar and butter until light and fluffy, about 2 minutes.  Add egg; beat to combine.  With mixer on low speed, gradually add flour mixture, continue beating until dough is well combined.

Using a 1 1/4 inch scoop, drop dough onto parchment lined baking sheets about 2 inches apart. Dip bottom of a glass in sugar; press to flatten cookies to about 1/8 inch thick. (You may need to carefully remove dough from glass with a thin metal spatula.)

Transfer to oven and bake until cookies are firm, 10-12 minutes, rotating sheets halfway through. Transfer baking sheets to wire racks to cool completely.

Place cream filling in a pastry bag fitted with a coupler, and pipe about 1 tablespoon filling onto the flat side of half the cookies. (I did this with an off-set spatula.) Place remaining cookies on top, and gently press on each to squeeze filling to edges. Filled cookies can be stored in an airtight container at room temperature up to 2 days.

Vanilla Cream Filling – makes about 1 cup

  • 1/2 cup (1 stick) unsalted butter, room temperature
  • 1/2 cup solid vegetable shortening
  • 3 1/2 cups confectioners’ sugar
  • 1 tablespoon pure vanilla extract

With an electric mixer, cream butter and shortening until well combined. On low speed, gradually add confectioners’ sugar and continue beating until light and fluffy, about 2 minutes. Add vanilla and beat to combine. Set aside at room temperature until ready to use.

Chocolate Cookies

 

 

 

Pure & Simple: Cherish

Sometimes you find a blog that feels just right.  It’s a joyful, uplifting, and beautiful. A couple months ago, I found a Pure & Simple and it’s that kind of blog. I was immediately taken with the soft, simple design that seems to echo the heart of the blog’s content.

Amanda, Becca, Natalie, and Meg are passionate about being who they are and embracing what they love to do. They are willing to take risks and accept grace.

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Every month, these ladies pick a different topic and ask other women to reflect and share. I was so excited when Natalie asked if I would write about February’s topic: Cherish. All month, posts are focusing on how we can cherish the relationships in our lives.

Today, I’m over on Pure & Simple sharing tangible ways I cherish my husband. Pop on over to read the post and peruse this gem of a blog!

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Hug Me: Learning Your Husband’s Love Language

Tim and I had our first love language conversation on June 13th, 2012. I remember the date because it’s my brother’s birthday AND because it was the first time, 3 days after we started dating, that Tim and I held hands.

The glorious feeling of his warm, strong fingers circling my own, always cold, hand may have influenced my love language conclusions during that first discussion.

I readily stated that among words of affirmation and acts of service, one of my love languages was physical touch. I figured that heady feeling whenever Tim wrapped his arm around me or kissed my forehead was a sure sign I heard love through physical affection.

My conclusions were sorely misguided.

Tim, on the other hand, was completely accurate when he said his love language was physical touch. This discrepancy has been a source of struggle for me since we got married. I love Tim, but I like to love him the way I love in general – through words of affirmation and acts of service – not through physical touch.

I do my love for Tim a diservice by not speaking his love language. It’s also dangerous if Tim doesn’t hear my love. I’ve learned that one of the greatest acts of service you can give your husband is learning his love language and speaking it fluently.

Service takes sacrifice and it’s a sacrifice to put his love language above the one you naturally give. It’s so challenging, yet so worth it.

Hug Me!

Our Story: Hug Me!

As I shared above, I discovered the importance of learning Tim’s love language when I realized ours were so vastly different. I’m an internal processor, so when I’m upset or frustrated, I’d rather be alone. I’ll avoid physical contact or, if Tim captures me in a hug before I can cold shoulder my way out of it, I’ll stand there lifeless in his arms. (I’m cringing as I admit this.)

In those moments, when an intentional display of physical affection is intrusive to my processing, Tim needs that hug or hand on his back to know that we are alright. For Tim, physical touch is less about sexual intimacy and more about physical closeness. Hugs feel safe and reassuring.  Holding hands or rubbing his neck communicates the “good” status of our relationship. Without these, he feels isolated and unloved.

It was disheartening to realize that the way I deal with conflict and express my affection both communicated the exact opposite of love to Tim. Learning Tim’s love language has been difficult for me, and actually speaking it is a daily choice that I don’t always choose. Both Tim and I are just embarking on the journey of learning to speak each other’s love languages.

The Choice To Serve

Whether love languages is new to you or old news, serving your husband in this way is vitally important to maintaining a healthy marriage.

  • Have a candid conversation about love languages. Get the book if you need somewhere to start. Share how you give and receive love.
  • Be honest and specific about your love language. It’s important that you both recognize each others expressions of love. Finish sentences like: “Love is when I do…” and “Love is when I say…”.
  • Acknowledge and appreciate your husband’s love language. You can’t change the way your spouse is wired. God made him that way.
  • Accept love from his love language. I know I’m suggesting that spouses should learn and speak their partner’s love language, but your husband may not be there quite yet. If he isn’t speaking your love language, pray for receptivity towards the way he gives love. Grace is an important player as you learn to give and receive love.
  • Be intentional about learning his love language. It’s not something that will come naturally. For me, this looks like reaching out first, random acts of physical affection, and, in conflict, staying physically present.
  • Practice! When I studied abroad in Italy, I didn’t learn to speak Italian in the classroom.  I learned Italian by living with an Italian family, having conversation dates with an Italian friend, and forcing myself to use Italian while ordering my cappuccino. It was rough and embarrassing at first, but by the time I left Italy, I was conversationally fluent. The same goes for learning a love language. It takes time and practice in real life situations, but fluency is possible.

All of this is still difficult for me. I outlined this post on Sunday morning and then failed miserably at exactly what I was writing about almost immediately. Hence the need for grace in this whole process.

Apology and HUGS later, I was even more convinced that speaking Tim’s love language was one of the best ways to serve my husband.

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