Well, hello there.
In my most recent post ("recent" being used very loosely), I said I was back. And then I disappeared for about 7 months. I like to keep people guessing...
I hope to check in a bit more regularly, so I thought I'd write a post to catch you up on where I've been and what I've been doing since March. It will be quick, so try to keep up.
Showing posts with label Family. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Family. Show all posts
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Wednesday, September 9, 2015
Blog-tember Challenge: A Letter to My 16 Year-Old Self
Today's "Blog-tember Challenge" prompt is to write a letter to myself at 16. In order to do that, I need to think about what was happening at that point in my life...
Friday, September 4, 2015
Blog-tember Challenge: My Passions
Happy Friday!
Today's Blog-tember Challenge prompt is "What are you passionate about?" So, here are some things that make me tick - I'd love to hear from you in the comments section about some things you are passionate about. Do we have any in common?
Today's Blog-tember Challenge prompt is "What are you passionate about?" So, here are some things that make me tick - I'd love to hear from you in the comments section about some things you are passionate about. Do we have any in common?
Friday, June 26, 2015
"Conversations" Link Up with Knock on Wood
The lovely Amanda from Knock on Wood Blog is having me as a Co-Host for her Conversations Link-Up! If you don't know Amanda, definitely go check her out and say "hello!". She's awesome!
The conversation I'm sharing today is one that made me laugh. I was texting with my dad about coming to visit for Father's Day weekend, and asking if he minded me bringing Piper the Puppy with me since Spencer would be out of town.
Wednesday, June 10, 2015
The 4th Year Begins
Yesterday Spencer and I celebrated our 3rd wedding anniversary, which is insane to me. It seems literally like only months ago I was anxiously putting on my dress, opening my beautiful Tiffany bracelet, and crying over the longest, most heartfelt letter from my groom. I will never forget the church doors opening, and seeing him waiting for me at the end of the aisle - laughing because my mom, my dad, and I were all crying as we walked down the aisle together. :)
Friday, May 8, 2015
Five Reasons I'm Thankful for My Momma
Mother's Day. A day created with the sole purpose of honoring our mothers and for showing them appreciation for all they have done and continue to do for us.
As I have gotten older, I realize that my mom's role in my life has changed many times. As an infant, her role was to care for my basic needs: food, shelter, clothing. As I grew, those needs continued but more were also added: walking, talking, learning numbers and letters. Yet again, getting older added new responsibilities for her: manners, social skills, life skills.
I look at things that I do each day, and I can see her hand in almost everything. When I make food, I can remember times that she stood with me in the kitchen and taught me to crack an egg, to properly "fold" a mixture together, and how to add just enough flour to dough to keep it from sticking. When I shower, I can think back to the time she taught me to shave my legs (Spencer says thanks!). I drive myself to work with the memories of her teaching me to drive as a teenager, and I interact with people each day and can hear her voice in my head reminding me to say "please," "thank you," and "yes ma'am."
I value her more than she knows, and I certainly do not tell enough just what an impact she has made in my life.
Well, Momma, on this Mother's Day I want to share with you five (of many) reasons that I am so grateful for you.
1. You taught me that "stuff" will not make me happy.
We didn't always get everything we wanted or thought, at the time, that we "needed." At the time, it seemed so unfair. In hindsight, however, I am so glad you did not give in to all of our whims and wishes. It taught me, and my sisters, to be grateful for what we were given, to be content with less, and that using our imaginations could be so much more fun than any store-bought toy. That same imagination now helps me both at work and at home!
2. I learned the value of family.
At a certain age, it seems all teenagers (females in particular) only want to be with their friends. I am sure all three of us were no exception. I am so appreciative, though, that you taught us how valuable our family is in our lives. You have always been close with your family, and have encouraged us to be close with ours, to "hug it out" - as much as we didn't want to - after a fight, and to remember that family is always family - through arguments, hurt feelings, and hard times. And as I get older, I have found that to all be true. My number of close friends has dwindled to a very special handful, and I see now how my family is always there for me, no matter what.
3. Thanks to you, I can manage my home.
As a kid, it wasn't always fun to have to clean my room, to do a load of laundry, to make my bed, or to do the dishes. I even was jealous when I had friends who never had to do any of these things. I would think "that's not fair, I have to do so much and your parents do it all for you!" I couldn't see that it was actually the best thing you could have done for me. I learned to appreciate the things I had, to care for them and to keep them in good condition. I also was able to transition much more easily when the time came for me to leave home. Unlike others I knew, I could do my own laundry, keep my living spaces clean and tidy, and to be discontent if things were dirty. As I've gotten older and bought my first home, I feel that (for the most part) I can keep it running in an orderly fashion without overwhelming myself. Thank you for a lifetime of preparation for this valuable skill.
4. I inherited your love of cooking.
As you know, I love to cook! I always have. Remember when I would watch Julia Childs on TV (having no idea what she was saying) and then wanting to go into the kitchen and use any and every ingredient I could find to make, well, nothing? I know I got that from you. I loved to sit in the kitchen and watch you make meals - lasagna, chicken casserole, chili, biscuits and gravy, fried chicken...even cinnamon toast! The conversations and the smells - it all is so special to me. You've taught me a lot of your recipes, and I especially value the biscuit bowl and cutter you passed down to me. I will never use anything else. Thanks to this love of cooking, I can keep my husband (and future children) well fed, and love doing it!
5. You have inspired me to be a mother just like you.
More than anything, I am grateful that you have instilled in me the desire to be like you. Being the youngest, I was allowed some special years with you alone while my sisters were at school. I probably remember more of that time than you realize. You were always around to make ordinary days special (front porch picnics, playing in the leaves, and having water gun fights), to foster my passions and creativity, to give plenty of hugs, help us make memories, and to allow us to be kids while also teaching us valuable lessons. I hope that one day when I have children of my own, that I can be as great of a mother to them as you have been to us.
Momma, as I've gotten older, I've watched our relationship turn into more of a friendship, and it takes a special mom to be able to let go of her "baby" and accept her as a friend when she grows up. Thank you for allowing me to grow up, and for allowing that process to take place. I hope you know just how much I love you!
Happy Mother's Day!
As I have gotten older, I realize that my mom's role in my life has changed many times. As an infant, her role was to care for my basic needs: food, shelter, clothing. As I grew, those needs continued but more were also added: walking, talking, learning numbers and letters. Yet again, getting older added new responsibilities for her: manners, social skills, life skills.
I look at things that I do each day, and I can see her hand in almost everything. When I make food, I can remember times that she stood with me in the kitchen and taught me to crack an egg, to properly "fold" a mixture together, and how to add just enough flour to dough to keep it from sticking. When I shower, I can think back to the time she taught me to shave my legs (Spencer says thanks!). I drive myself to work with the memories of her teaching me to drive as a teenager, and I interact with people each day and can hear her voice in my head reminding me to say "please," "thank you," and "yes ma'am."
I value her more than she knows, and I certainly do not tell enough just what an impact she has made in my life.
Well, Momma, on this Mother's Day I want to share with you five (of many) reasons that I am so grateful for you.
1. You taught me that "stuff" will not make me happy.
We didn't always get everything we wanted or thought, at the time, that we "needed." At the time, it seemed so unfair. In hindsight, however, I am so glad you did not give in to all of our whims and wishes. It taught me, and my sisters, to be grateful for what we were given, to be content with less, and that using our imaginations could be so much more fun than any store-bought toy. That same imagination now helps me both at work and at home!
2. I learned the value of family.
At a certain age, it seems all teenagers (females in particular) only want to be with their friends. I am sure all three of us were no exception. I am so appreciative, though, that you taught us how valuable our family is in our lives. You have always been close with your family, and have encouraged us to be close with ours, to "hug it out" - as much as we didn't want to - after a fight, and to remember that family is always family - through arguments, hurt feelings, and hard times. And as I get older, I have found that to all be true. My number of close friends has dwindled to a very special handful, and I see now how my family is always there for me, no matter what.
3. Thanks to you, I can manage my home.
As a kid, it wasn't always fun to have to clean my room, to do a load of laundry, to make my bed, or to do the dishes. I even was jealous when I had friends who never had to do any of these things. I would think "that's not fair, I have to do so much and your parents do it all for you!" I couldn't see that it was actually the best thing you could have done for me. I learned to appreciate the things I had, to care for them and to keep them in good condition. I also was able to transition much more easily when the time came for me to leave home. Unlike others I knew, I could do my own laundry, keep my living spaces clean and tidy, and to be discontent if things were dirty. As I've gotten older and bought my first home, I feel that (for the most part) I can keep it running in an orderly fashion without overwhelming myself. Thank you for a lifetime of preparation for this valuable skill.
4. I inherited your love of cooking.
As you know, I love to cook! I always have. Remember when I would watch Julia Childs on TV (having no idea what she was saying) and then wanting to go into the kitchen and use any and every ingredient I could find to make, well, nothing? I know I got that from you. I loved to sit in the kitchen and watch you make meals - lasagna, chicken casserole, chili, biscuits and gravy, fried chicken...even cinnamon toast! The conversations and the smells - it all is so special to me. You've taught me a lot of your recipes, and I especially value the biscuit bowl and cutter you passed down to me. I will never use anything else. Thanks to this love of cooking, I can keep my husband (and future children) well fed, and love doing it!
5. You have inspired me to be a mother just like you.
More than anything, I am grateful that you have instilled in me the desire to be like you. Being the youngest, I was allowed some special years with you alone while my sisters were at school. I probably remember more of that time than you realize. You were always around to make ordinary days special (front porch picnics, playing in the leaves, and having water gun fights), to foster my passions and creativity, to give plenty of hugs, help us make memories, and to allow us to be kids while also teaching us valuable lessons. I hope that one day when I have children of my own, that I can be as great of a mother to them as you have been to us.
Momma, as I've gotten older, I've watched our relationship turn into more of a friendship, and it takes a special mom to be able to let go of her "baby" and accept her as a friend when she grows up. Thank you for allowing me to grow up, and for allowing that process to take place. I hope you know just how much I love you!
Happy Mother's Day!
Monday, March 30, 2015
Krispy Eggs: An Easter Treat
Happy Monday!
It's good to be back. Sorry for leaving you hanging last week. Things have been really busy around here, but thanks for sticking with me.
Can you believe it's almost April? I feel like March never actually happened. Where is the time going!?
With the arrival of April, means Easter is around the corner. I love Easter. Pastel colors, egg hunts, a delicious lunch, and most of all, the meaning behind the holiday.
This year, Spencer and I will be going to see my family in eastern Tennessee. Saturday will be spent watching the kids race for eggs, eating great food, wonderful fellowship, hugs, laughter, and sadly missing my Aunt Linda. This will be the first gathering since her service in February, and I expect it will be a little bittersweet.
Since we are traveling, I have signed up to take sweet and unsweet tea (who actually drinks the unsweet? C'mon. You're doing it wrong) which requires zero temperature control needs. Guess what else? We will be eating lamb. Lamb! One of my very favorite foods, but unfortunately don't have often since it's kind of pricey. I hope nobody else wants any, because I might sneak it away into a remote corner and devour it in secret. Shhh.
Another Easter food favorite? Deviled eggs. I know there are many creative takes on the popular finger-food, but I must say, I'm a big fan of the classic deviled egg. Also, I wonder how they got their name. Any ideas?
Speaking of eggs, I think I might make a "surprise" dessert to take to TN with us. I say "surprise" because some of my family members read this blog. Really, though, it's just an excuse to make (and eat) rice krispie treats.
This recipe is from The Pioneer Woman, who I adore and like to pretend I am BFF's with. Is that weird? I don't think so either. You can find the original recipe here.
Krispy Easter Eggs
Prep Time: 20 Minutes Cook Time: 5 Minutes Difficulty: Easy Servings: 12
Ingredients:
Directions:
It's good to be back. Sorry for leaving you hanging last week. Things have been really busy around here, but thanks for sticking with me.
Can you believe it's almost April? I feel like March never actually happened. Where is the time going!?
With the arrival of April, means Easter is around the corner. I love Easter. Pastel colors, egg hunts, a delicious lunch, and most of all, the meaning behind the holiday.
This year, Spencer and I will be going to see my family in eastern Tennessee. Saturday will be spent watching the kids race for eggs, eating great food, wonderful fellowship, hugs, laughter, and sadly missing my Aunt Linda. This will be the first gathering since her service in February, and I expect it will be a little bittersweet.
Since we are traveling, I have signed up to take sweet and unsweet tea (who actually drinks the unsweet? C'mon. You're doing it wrong) which requires zero temperature control needs. Guess what else? We will be eating lamb. Lamb! One of my very favorite foods, but unfortunately don't have often since it's kind of pricey. I hope nobody else wants any, because I might sneak it away into a remote corner and devour it in secret. Shhh.
Another Easter food favorite? Deviled eggs. I know there are many creative takes on the popular finger-food, but I must say, I'm a big fan of the classic deviled egg. Also, I wonder how they got their name. Any ideas?
Speaking of eggs, I think I might make a "surprise" dessert to take to TN with us. I say "surprise" because some of my family members read this blog. Really, though, it's just an excuse to make (and eat) rice krispie treats.
This recipe is from The Pioneer Woman, who I adore and like to pretend I am BFF's with. Is that weird? I don't think so either. You can find the original recipe here.
Krispy Easter Eggs
Prep Time: 20 Minutes Cook Time: 5 Minutes Difficulty: Easy Servings: 12
Ingredients:
- 4 Tablespoons Butter
- 1 package (10 Ounces) Mini Marshmallows
- 6 cups Rice Krispies
- Assorted Sprinkles
- Small Chocolate Easter Eggs
- Plastic Easter Eggs
Directions:
- In a large saucepan, melt butter over low heat. Add marshmallows and stir until melted.
- Remove from heat, then add rice cereal and stir until well coated.
- Lightly spray interior of the plastic eggs with non-stick cooking spray. If mixture is too sticky, you can also spray your hands.
- Fill both sides of the plastic egg with rice cereal mixture, slightly over-filling one side.
- Press chocolate egg in the center on one side of the egg, then close the plastic egg to shape it. (It should be full enough to meet with a little resistance as you close it.)
- Gently release the rice cereal egg from the mold, decorate with your choice of sprinkles and set aside in egg crate until set.
Can I get an "amen!"?
Until next time - -
Wednesday, February 25, 2015
Recipe: Fried Grits
Yes, you read that title correctly. Fried Grits. The formerly butter-loving Paula Deen would be proud.
Here in the deep South, we like most foods fried. Chicken, porkchops, bologna, potatoes, even vegetables (fried okra, anyone?). A new one for me, though, is fried grits. My step-dad, Mike, mentioned these to me when we were at my grandparents last week. Because I was going to spend a night at their house the following day, we decided we would make them so I could give them a try.
And, as most of my recipes usually are, these are inexpensive and easy!
First, make a pot of grits according to the package (yellow grits have a stronger corn flavor than white. Use whichever you prefer!). Line a loaf pan with plastic wrap, and when the grits have cooled, pour them into the pan. Refrigerate overnight.
When you remove them from the refrigerator and from the pan/plastic wrap, they will keep their shape, allowing you to easily slice the grits.
Heat a skillet, medium to medium-high heat, and melt a couple of tablespoons of butter (we tried both butter and vegetable oil. My mom preferred the oil - crunchier - while Mike and I preferred the butter - better flavor).
In a bowl, whisk 3 eggs. In a separate bowl, pour some all-purpose flour with some salt and pepper for seasoning. You will be using these to coat the grit slices before placing in the pan. We double coated them for a thicker crust!
Start by coating in egg, and then dredging through the flour. Repeat for a second coat. Then, place in your heated skillet.
When the bottom side is browned to your satisfaction, use a spatula and flip them over to brown the other side.
Here is a comparison of the butter (darker in color) vs. the oil (crunchier in texture).
Sprinkle with a touch of salt, and they're done!
What do you think? Is this something you would try? If you're on the fence, let me just tell you these were DELISH. And you totally should. Just trust me, ok?
Until next time - -
Here in the deep South, we like most foods fried. Chicken, porkchops, bologna, potatoes, even vegetables (fried okra, anyone?). A new one for me, though, is fried grits. My step-dad, Mike, mentioned these to me when we were at my grandparents last week. Because I was going to spend a night at their house the following day, we decided we would make them so I could give them a try.
And, as most of my recipes usually are, these are inexpensive and easy!
First, make a pot of grits according to the package (yellow grits have a stronger corn flavor than white. Use whichever you prefer!). Line a loaf pan with plastic wrap, and when the grits have cooled, pour them into the pan. Refrigerate overnight.
When you remove them from the refrigerator and from the pan/plastic wrap, they will keep their shape, allowing you to easily slice the grits.
Heat a skillet, medium to medium-high heat, and melt a couple of tablespoons of butter (we tried both butter and vegetable oil. My mom preferred the oil - crunchier - while Mike and I preferred the butter - better flavor).
In a bowl, whisk 3 eggs. In a separate bowl, pour some all-purpose flour with some salt and pepper for seasoning. You will be using these to coat the grit slices before placing in the pan. We double coated them for a thicker crust!
Start by coating in egg, and then dredging through the flour. Repeat for a second coat. Then, place in your heated skillet.
When the bottom side is browned to your satisfaction, use a spatula and flip them over to brown the other side.
Here is a comparison of the butter (darker in color) vs. the oil (crunchier in texture).
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| Fried in butter. |
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| Fried in oil. |
Sprinkle with a touch of salt, and they're done!
What do you think? Is this something you would try? If you're on the fence, let me just tell you these were DELISH. And you totally should. Just trust me, ok?
Until next time - -
Monday, February 16, 2015
Our Weekend: For Better or For Worse
Spencer and I spent our Valentine's weekend at the gorgeous, world class Ballantyne Hotel in Charlotte, NC. We enjoyed many of their amenities, including the golf course, amazing restaurant, and their spa by getting a very enjoyable (and much needed) couple's massage.
I had planned to go into detail about all of the wonderful things we ate and experienced there, but it just does not seem quite appropriate now. When we returned to our room after dinner on Saturday night, I picked up my phone (which I had left in the room) and discovered that my beautiful, amazing Aunt Linda had lost her long battle with breast cancer.
This is how I know I have found the man for me. While we had a bottle of champagne on ice, chocolate covered strawberries, a cheese plate and a bottle of red wine, all set up in a beautiful hotel suite - pretty much the most romantic scene you could imagine on Valentine's Day - all was forgotten in that moment. We sat and cried (well, I cried, he hugged) for what seemed like an eternity. I got mascara and lip gloss all over his clean white dress shirt. He brought me mounds of tissues and rubbed my back while I ugly-cried. He told me to forget where we were and what we had set up, and to just be sad if I wanted to be. He showed me that caring for me and being by my side in hard times, was much more important than our plans and images of romance we had.
That, my friends, is romance. Romance is not candles, bubble baths, champagne and lingerie. Romance is kindness, hugs, and commitment. It's being there for someone when things are great and fun, and also when things are hard. It's letting you cry while reassuring you everything will be ok. Because it will be.
I'll end this post with some pictures. The first pictures are of dinner on Saturday, and the rest I am sharing are of my lovely aunt, who will always be remembered by her friends, family, coworkers, and the entire town where she lived as the fun, cheerful woman who could take on the world with Christ on her side, spreading His love, and now is rejoicing with a healed body in Heaven. One day we all will be reunited again, and what a family reunion that will be!
"The righteous perish, and no one ponders it in his heart; devout men are taken away, and no one understands that the righteous are taken away to be spared from evil. Those who walk uprightly enter into peace; they find rest as they lie in death."
- Isaiah 57:1-2
She indeed loved the Lord, and He has taken her from the earth to spare her from evil, and has found rest. These verses are a comfort to me.
Thanks for your kind words and prayers!
Until next time - -
I had planned to go into detail about all of the wonderful things we ate and experienced there, but it just does not seem quite appropriate now. When we returned to our room after dinner on Saturday night, I picked up my phone (which I had left in the room) and discovered that my beautiful, amazing Aunt Linda had lost her long battle with breast cancer.
This is how I know I have found the man for me. While we had a bottle of champagne on ice, chocolate covered strawberries, a cheese plate and a bottle of red wine, all set up in a beautiful hotel suite - pretty much the most romantic scene you could imagine on Valentine's Day - all was forgotten in that moment. We sat and cried (well, I cried, he hugged) for what seemed like an eternity. I got mascara and lip gloss all over his clean white dress shirt. He brought me mounds of tissues and rubbed my back while I ugly-cried. He told me to forget where we were and what we had set up, and to just be sad if I wanted to be. He showed me that caring for me and being by my side in hard times, was much more important than our plans and images of romance we had.
That, my friends, is romance. Romance is not candles, bubble baths, champagne and lingerie. Romance is kindness, hugs, and commitment. It's being there for someone when things are great and fun, and also when things are hard. It's letting you cry while reassuring you everything will be ok. Because it will be.
I'll end this post with some pictures. The first pictures are of dinner on Saturday, and the rest I am sharing are of my lovely aunt, who will always be remembered by her friends, family, coworkers, and the entire town where she lived as the fun, cheerful woman who could take on the world with Christ on her side, spreading His love, and now is rejoicing with a healed body in Heaven. One day we all will be reunited again, and what a family reunion that will be!
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| Delicious surprise in our room! |
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| My Valentine <3 |
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| Hubba hubba! |
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| Spencer's Dinner: Elk |
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| My dinner: Cap Steak |
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| Heart-shaped caramel candies from the chef |
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| Ice cream trio: Brown Sugar, Pistachio, Rocky Road |
"The righteous perish, and no one ponders it in his heart; devout men are taken away, and no one understands that the righteous are taken away to be spared from evil. Those who walk uprightly enter into peace; they find rest as they lie in death."
- Isaiah 57:1-2
She indeed loved the Lord, and He has taken her from the earth to spare her from evil, and has found rest. These verses are a comfort to me.
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| Making something delicious, no doubt |
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| Dressed for Walk through Bethlehem, which she founded and ran in her town |
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| With her two beautiful daughters. She loved them more than life. |
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| All of the siblings together. |
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| The Foust girls with their parents, my Mamaw and Papaw |
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| At my sister's wedding, radiating joy |
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| She was, and always has been, truly beautiful, inside and out. |
Thanks for your kind words and prayers!
Until next time - -
Wednesday, February 11, 2015
One Hunk of a Birthday Boy
Today's post is fully dedicated to my main squeeze, and my forever-more Valentine, Spencer. Because...his birthday is tomorrow! Since I don't post on Thursdays, I wanted to take the opportunity today to celebrate him and the 28 years he has under his belt.
Let's enjoy some pictures from the early days, shall we? (I hope when we have children that they are as adorable as this child - so cute!)
Thankfully, he continued on in a great and fun childhood (which I love hearing stories about), with his warm and caring family I am now blessed to be a part of. He graduated high school, went to college to play soccer, and met me along the way. After a few years of back and forth (you can read that story here), we decided to spend our lives together. And that will always be the best decision I've ever made.
"If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing."
1 Corinthians 13:1-3
So to you, my love, on your special day:
Thanks for the love that supports me, comforts me, empowers me, strengthens me, and drives me. Thanks for your hugs, your laughs, your time, your effort, your patience, your serving nature, your generosity, your trust, your compassion, your humbleness, your appreciation, and your belief in me.
You truly are my rock and my best friend.
I love you, and always will.
Happy birthday, babe!
Let's enjoy some pictures from the early days, shall we? (I hope when we have children that they are as adorable as this child - so cute!)
Thankfully, he continued on in a great and fun childhood (which I love hearing stories about), with his warm and caring family I am now blessed to be a part of. He graduated high school, went to college to play soccer, and met me along the way. After a few years of back and forth (you can read that story here), we decided to spend our lives together. And that will always be the best decision I've ever made.
"If I speak in the tongues of men or of angels, but do not have love, I am only a resounding gong or a clanging cymbal. If I have the gift of prophecy and can fathom all mysteries and all knowledge, and if I have a faith that can move mountains, but do not have love, I am nothing. If I give all I possess to the poor and give over my body to hardship that I may boast, but do not have love, I gain nothing."
1 Corinthians 13:1-3
So to you, my love, on your special day:
Thanks for the love that supports me, comforts me, empowers me, strengthens me, and drives me. Thanks for your hugs, your laughs, your time, your effort, your patience, your serving nature, your generosity, your trust, your compassion, your humbleness, your appreciation, and your belief in me.
You truly are my rock and my best friend.
I love you, and always will.
Happy birthday, babe!
Wednesday, February 4, 2015
Kitchen Cabinet Makeover: Part I
Update: You can see Part II of the Cabinet Makeover here.
In April 2013, Spencer and I purchased our first house. It's a 3 bedroom, 2 bathroom home with a small fenced in yard. The first viewing, we both felt very strongly that it was meant to be our home. One thing I just couldn't get past (which of course didn't keep us from buying, as it was changeable), were the kitchen cabinets. They were your average, builder grade "oak" cabinets. They also had no hardware, which I thought was strange (and after living with them, I would get irritated when I'd open a drawer and it would catch my fingernails).
Monday, February 2, 2015
And Then There Were Three
Our family has expanded!
No, I didn't have a baby, nor am I expecting. But we did get a puppy! It is my extreme pleasure to introduce you to Piper, the newest member of the Lewis family (please excuse the poor picture quality from my phone)!
Let me start by saying that I have been wanting a puppy since Spencer and I got married in June 2012. He travels quite a bit for work, and I thought a puppy would be great to keep me company. Spencer wasn't sold, though, because of the amount of work and responsibility that comes along with a dog (valid point). Last week, out of the blue, Spencer told me he was not opposed to getting a puppy any longer! Needless to say, exactly one week later I was signing adoption papers for little Piper. Yay!
We adopted Piper through the North Mecklenburg Animal Rescue in Charlotte, NC. I left work early on Friday afternoon to drive up and see her - and to bring her home!
My friend, Alyssa, lives in Charlotte and went with me to see Piper (formerly Delilah at the rescue, and Snowflake in her foster home). She loved her just as much as I did! Here is Alyssa holding her when we got back into the car.
Piper wasn't quite sure what to think, and I can't say she loved the car ride. She cried a bit, and slept a bit. Hopefully she will get accustomed to car rides the more we take them!
It took a day or so, but she seems to be coming out of her shell. Piper loves squeaky toys (thanks to Golden Retriever cousin, Titan, for the squeaky bone toy!) and she loves her Nylabone. I must also brag on her, as she has only had one accident! She pooped on the bathroom floor overnight, but otherwise she potties when we go outside, and she uses the piddle pad quite well! I am so impressed.
You can expect to see Piper from now on throughout the blog. I'll try to keep it to a minimum, but she's just so darn cute. I mean, just look at her and Spencer hanging out watching the Super Bowl in his man room. I'm melting!
I'm just wondering how I will manage to get out the door for work and leave this sweet girl behind. Maybe I can sneak her in my purse. ;)
Also, congratulations to @erikalynn337, the winner of our $100 Target card via the Instagram giveaway!
Until next time - -
No, I didn't have a baby, nor am I expecting. But we did get a puppy! It is my extreme pleasure to introduce you to Piper, the newest member of the Lewis family (please excuse the poor picture quality from my phone)!
We adopted Piper through the North Mecklenburg Animal Rescue in Charlotte, NC. I left work early on Friday afternoon to drive up and see her - and to bring her home!
My friend, Alyssa, lives in Charlotte and went with me to see Piper (formerly Delilah at the rescue, and Snowflake in her foster home). She loved her just as much as I did! Here is Alyssa holding her when we got back into the car.
Piper wasn't quite sure what to think, and I can't say she loved the car ride. She cried a bit, and slept a bit. Hopefully she will get accustomed to car rides the more we take them!
It took a day or so, but she seems to be coming out of her shell. Piper loves squeaky toys (thanks to Golden Retriever cousin, Titan, for the squeaky bone toy!) and she loves her Nylabone. I must also brag on her, as she has only had one accident! She pooped on the bathroom floor overnight, but otherwise she potties when we go outside, and she uses the piddle pad quite well! I am so impressed.
You can expect to see Piper from now on throughout the blog. I'll try to keep it to a minimum, but she's just so darn cute. I mean, just look at her and Spencer hanging out watching the Super Bowl in his man room. I'm melting!
I'm just wondering how I will manage to get out the door for work and leave this sweet girl behind. Maybe I can sneak her in my purse. ;)
Also, congratulations to @erikalynn337, the winner of our $100 Target card via the Instagram giveaway!
Until next time - -
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