If anyone told me on a Saturday afternoon in September, I would walk through Central Park wearing a mask, bouquet in hand, while a couple of friends held the train of my wedding gown and my parents made a FaceTime call from Texas to watch my wedding… … (Not to be cliche, but since this year has been anything but cliche, I think it is fitting.) …
In high school, teachers would assign us to write a letter to our future selves. I would daydream about my future husband. Of course we would meet in college. Where else do you meet husbands? As Senior Class Vice President, my primary duty would be to plan our ten-year reunion in 2019. To an 18-year-old, ten years into the future seemed like an eternity, but I couldn’t help but imagine my future life.
Home is Where the Heart Is … We purchased our home just over three years ago. After searching, we found the perfect fit for our growing family in a home originally built in the 1950s. Only one family had lived in it previously. Their three children grew up within its walls and that comforting feeling of a family home was still present, even though it had been a while since it had been occupied. As word of our new home spread to our friends and family, they told us stories about all the fun times they had in our home with the original owners.
If anyone understands the beauty of friendship, it is the owners of ETX Revival. Made up of two couples, Haylea and Justin Morgan and Caitlin and Alex Rice, the entire business was founded on friendship. According to Morgan, the company actually “started as a joke.” The couples had been helping each other with personal projects and tossing around the idea of flipping a house together. The next thing they knew, the foursome bought a foreclosure, and their Hazel House Project was born.
Two in the Canoe … I LOVE “love!” To me, it is paramount to all other emotions. No matter what I am feeling, love either makes things better, or takes the sting away, making struggles a little easier to experience. I have been loved, and have loved, in so many ways: as a daughter, as a mother, as a friend, as a teammate, as a sister, as a cousin, as an aunt and as a niece. But the love I love most dearly is that I have experienced as a wife. Words cannot adequately express the joy with which the Lord has blessed me through my marriage.
I have vivid memories of grade school. I specifically remember that fall day in 1982 when my best friend, Linda Malcolm, and I walked into that Atlanta Primary School classroom, acting like we owned the place. It was the very first day of kindergarten and I was pumped! There was no crying from me when my mama dropped me off. Nope! I had hit the big time. My kindergarten teacher made each student a name tag in the shape of an ice cream cone, and everybody’s ice cream cone was a different color.
For as long as I can remember, I have always had an obsession with knives or anything with a sharp edge. Growing up, if I was not outside playing with my throwing knives or running around with a camcorder, I was inside burning pieces of wood with my wood burner to give as gifts to friends and family. These were the games of my childhood that turned into the hobbies I enjoy today. … One day at my Aunt’s house, I took a hammer, painted it green and colored my name in white.
Sometimes, a student needs a break when she’s navigating through school in the big city of Houston, Texas. After being born and raised in Texarkana, I found Houston to be a tough concrete jungle. While I was only there for school, I felt I had a lot on my plate; the horrible traffic jams, the headache of nursing exams and demanding college activities overwhelmed me. I would often sit alone at my uncle’s apartment on the weekends. I desperately needed a weekend activity. After discussing some options with my uncle, my Saturdays and Sundays soon filled up.
I’ve been metal detecting for eight years and I can tell you, I’m just as addicted to it now as I was when I first started. … Something about finding that first silver coin, hooks you. There’s a kind of child-like wonder in finding buried treasure. It is so exciting! It’s hard to explain the feeling you get when you dig a good signal and can see that silver reeded edge of a coin sticking out of a clump of dirt. That feeling never gets old.