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For the past eleven months, I've been planning a major event: my wedding. I would consider myself an emotional person (I'm often misty-eyed and reaching for a tissue after interviewing sources for West Michigan Woman articles, and everyone in the office is used to it). But I never knew the range of emotions I could experience until now. I've gushed, squealed, fumed, and sobbed. And sometimes all in the same day …  

A couple of months ago, I received a letter in the mail stating it was time to renew the life insurance policy on my wife. In that letter it mentioned that life has probably changed since we took out the policy on her, and to carefully consider how much coverage we would need in order to fill her shoes.

People often say the first year of marriage is the hardest. Fortunately, I would have to strongly disagree.

I’m always rather stunned when I talk with someone who proclaims—almost as an anti-badge of honor—that he or she has never traveled outside of his or her home state. 

In a recent dream, I found myself plucking away petals from a daisy. As I pulled a petal off, I said “I love my job” ...  then I’d pull another and say “I love my job not.” You could say I was like Alfalfa from Little Rascals determining if Darla loved him or not. Was I happy in my job? Should I consider changing careers? Am I too far invested in the company? Was I content with my life? As the questions ran through my head, I realized this wasn’t a dream; it was a reality check.

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