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The right guy at the wrong time is still the wrong guy.
You need to be “me” before you can be “we”.
You become like the people you are around the most; ask, “do I want to become more like him?”
If he loves you, he’ll never say “If you love me…”
People can change. Not all of them do.
Never use sex as a weapon or a tool.
It’s better to be alone and content than with someone and miserable.
If you have to lie to your family and friends about him, he’s probably not a great catch.
It’s never okay to hit.
There’s NOTHING wrong with you.
Sometimes, “like the other girls” shouldn’t be the goal.
Don’t look at his resume, look at his heart. Just because he meets “minimum qualifications” or “seems perfect for you” doesn’t mean you have to date him.
Yes, sometimes “good guys” are boring. And keeping up with a rebel can be exhausting.
Most divorces result from arguments about money and sex. Watch carefully how he talks about, uses or values these things.
There’s a difference between “perfect” and “healthy”.
Learn how to fight fair.
Stand up for yourself. And learn to say “I’m sorry.”
If he doesn’t encourage (which can include challenging) your faith, you’ll probably end up bored or frustrated.

*This list is a work in progress. And yes, I will probably teach them to my son, as well.

Picked up his childrens bible, saw a picture of Noah and pointed out “Santa!”
Randomly started doing yoga poses (down dog, mountain) like mommy (after mommy finished, not alongside)
When saying our prayers, he rearranged Buckeye’s hands so that they were properly folded for the activity
Pooped in the bathtub. Then reacted by screaming and flailing about until husband could remove him from the situation
Then he told mommy (in toddler tongue, with waggling arms) how to get the TP from on top of the toilet, pick up the poo and put it in the toilet. NOW.
Mommy: “Where does poo poo go?” H: “In the POTTY!”
Heard Kyle crying in the nursery. Turned and saw Josh crying in the nursery. So he started crying with them. He’s such a sympathizer.
When asked if he wanted toast for breakfast he sang “yeah! toast!” (just like the funny guys on WNCI)

He’s hilarious. Gets it from his mother. Except for the pooping thing.

One household of my cousins grew up with limited menu options as each child had some sort of food allergy: one with seafood, one with poultry (yes, that includes chicken) and one with a milk intolerance. As a result, my poor Aunt was pretty much limited to finding creative ways to serve beef and pork on a rotating basis. Honestly, I can’t even imagine my life without chicken in the rotation. But this set of circumstances rendered the youngest child able to say, “there ain’t a part of the pig I don’t love.”

Whether wrapping something in bacon or enjoying a good hot ham & cheese (and apple! she introduced me to it- try it!) sandwich, Rebecca loves herself some pig. I’m curious if, like the Native Americans and a buffalo, she were to be a pig farmer on the plantation if she’d find a way to consume the whole animal in a tasty fashion.

Rebecca’s inclusiveness doesn’t find its limits when it comes to meat consumption. She has a knack for making sure everyone is involved and participatory. In our ever-growing family, there can be a tendency to assume that all parties have been informed of familial news; Rebecca can be counted on to be the one to follow up. Or if you’re coming into town on a random weekday, she’ll gather the troops so we can eat a quick lunch. Like most families, some individuals stay closer to the center of connectedness than others; Rebecca is always the one to know how those others are doing.

But it’s more than simply keeping people informed, though she’d make a superb Communications Director someplace. Rebecca keeps the lines open because she really values what is going on in the lives of the people she loves. Even if it’s something that she wouldn’t necessarily do (though I’ve come to decide that there’s very little Rebecca won’t do at least once), she still wants to know how things fair in your life. She’s a listener, a person who wants to hear you when you’re speaking.  She takes the good with the bad and enjoys the whole story.

Rebecca values the whole as much the part. There ain’t a part of you she don’t love.