Relatable Stories

Th-thump, th-thump, th-thump. The dryer was off again. Front leg, right side—always the same. My husband fixes it, I swear it breaks again on purpose. Total mystery how it keeps happening. Definitely not me accidentally nudging it out of alignment every time I do laundry. It’s just… that corner dips just right. Just enough to lean into. Just enough to feel the hum where it counts. The laundry room smelled like fresh linen...

I look down at the scale. I get off and then back on, trying again, as if the numbers will magically change. Pfft, whatever. I roll my eyes and finally step off feeling dejected and wondering why it’s been so hard to lose this baby weight. My husband comes over and rubs my shoulders. “You’re beautiful,” he gently reminds me, “Those numbers don’t measure your grace or wisdom.” “Yeah right,” I scoff, instantly regretting ho...