Sitting atop my son's dresser is a yellow square plate. This plastic plate contains his treasures: a cicada exoskeleton; a tiny egg carton that once contained dinosaur egg gum; a flat brown seed liberated from a pod; the velvety blue-and-black remains of a butterfly; a pirate spy-glass; a wooden horse colored with markers; and a Lego piece that resembles a light saber.

For the first time in over 7 years of marriage my wife and I are sharing a bathroom. As we transitioned into this new arrangement I was quite excited about it. I pictured us brushing our teeth together and sharing humorous moments like the couples on sitcoms do. And I haven't been disappointed. So far it's been a lot of fun!

When I married my wonderful husband on March 18, 2000, I didn't realize it at the time, but I also married the Columbus Crew, Pittsburgh Steelers, Pirates and Penguins, the US National soccer team, and the game of soccer itself. Of course I knew he loved these things, but I didn't understand the immensity of his passion.

When I left for college, I was high on life, confident in the future, and ready for new challenges. I never expected to feel so homesick. I was embarrassed to feel the way I did. Even the word “homesick” sounded lame and childish—it was a word used to describe six-year-olds at an overnight camp, not a self-respecting adult.