Jamey and Melissa Ice leaning against a white wall, laughing

For two people who run everything except this

Your team has a standing meeting. Does your marriage?

We run two: every other week and once a year. Both are free, and both are what we actually use: the meeting’s agenda, the retreat’s worksheet.

Is this you?

Melissa Ice in a pink jacket, holding a laptop
Jamey and Melissa Ice side by side on a sofa, she on her phone, he on a laptop
  • Your leadership team never misses its weekly meeting. At home, you catch each other in the hallway.

  • The year gets reviewed at work every January. At home, nobody asks what this year was.

  • Date night turns into the meeting you never scheduled.

  • You’re not fighting. You’re just running two calendars.

Jamey and Melissa Ice laughing together on a sofa
Jamey Ice standing with his hands in his pockets, in a white studio

It’s not a love problem. It’s a rhythm problem. That’s the part we can help with.

Where to start

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The Marriage Meeting

Forty-five minutes, every other week, with an agenda. Something good first, then the check-in, then the logistics. The small things stop stacking up.

Eleven pages. The agenda we run. Free.

Melissa Ice leaning over Jamey on a leather sofa, both laughing

The Marriage Retreat

One night away a year. Look back, dream a little, then get practical, until the trips and the date nights are on the calendar instead of on the list.

Twenty-nine pages. The worksheet we bring to ours. Free.

Melissa Ice at a laptop, smiling down at the screen

What I’ve written

Some of what I’ve written sits right next to this. The dance I missed, 4am on a Wednesday, a van and a yellow pole in LA at 2 AM.

Read them when the meeting’s over.

Not a rhythm problem? Some things need a counselor, not a worksheet. And if it’s you, not the rhythm, that’s the one-on-one work.

How we do it

The year we got married, I was on the road more than three hundred days. We didn’t have a rhythm. We had a calendar that belonged to the band. Years later we were running companies and whole teams on standing meetings, and the relationship that mattered most still ran without one.

So we borrowed from work. Not the jargon. The rhythm. A standing check-in every other week, and one night away a year to look back and decide what’s next. That’s it.

Eighteen years in, it’s the one thing we’d keep.

When the logistics and tension are handled here, connection time can just be connection.

Jamey and Melissa Ice against a white wall, he with two thumbs up, she unconvinced

What couples tell us

  • We’re great at running things. We’ve just never run us.

  • I could tell you our fourth-quarter numbers. I couldn’t tell you what she wants next year.

  • Every plan we make happens in the car on the way somewhere.

  • We did a whole retreat for the team. We’ve never done one for us.

How it goes

  1. Start with the meeting.

    Every other week, forty-five minutes, the agenda in the guide.

  2. Add the retreat.

    One night away, once a year, with the worksheet. Look back, dream, get practical.

  3. Keep the rhythm.

    Miss one and book the next. The point was never a perfect record. It’s coming back to the table.

26 + 1. Every year.

What makes it work

  • On the calendar

    Not “when we get a chance.” A slot on the calendar with both names on it.

  • Phones in another room

    Forty-five minutes with nothing between you. It’s rarer than it sounds.

  • Appreciation first

    One specific thing each, out loud, before the calendar comes out. It changes the temperature of the room.

  • End on the same side

    A hug, a kiss, a prayer if that’s you. You walked in as two calendars. You walk out as a team.

Jamey and Melissa Ice sitting together on a tan leather sofa

It’s not romantic. It’s not glamorous. It’s practical.

  • Thursday’s plans come up on Monday.

  • Money is a conversation, not an argument.

  • Plans stop getting made in the car.

  • January has a plan, and both of you wrote it.

Melissa Ice on a leather sofa with Jamey sitting on the floor beside her

Another year of drifting, or twenty-six evenings and one night away.

We still run both. Some weeks, barely.