Purses are the female first aid kit. We need to be prepared for whatever occasion. I went through my bag wondering what in the world was making it so heavy. Out comes the lip gloss, Tic Tacs, wallet, playing cards, hand lotion, pens and stones. Yep. Skipping stones. At the end of our last … Continue reading Skipping Stones
About a week ago, I was shoveling 12" of snow from my driveway. Cool. As I'm shoveling, I'm rehashing my life circumstances, particularly in the last month. How could love hurt so much? Right when I had found the stuff people write love songs about, everything ended. I couldn't help thinking, "Now what?" I had … Continue reading I’m Limited.
Growing up it seems all anyone ever told me were the dont's of dating. A clip from Mean Girls comes to mind here. After my previous relationship ended, I'm even more intentional about discerning what a man of God looks like. Seriously, where did all the men go? I realized I was missing something super … Continue reading Where Did all the Men Go?
Every year, I seem to have a certain nostalgia for winter, bad nostalgia that is. The other day, my dad and I decided to scope out some cross country trails. He had been an avid skier and was reminiscing on all the places he went to ski. We drove down a windy, small road wondering … Continue reading She Meets Winter
I've got several friends that do hobby photography, as do I. But you can't take your own engagement photos. Or can you? Yes! I say you can and I'll prove it. After being quoted $250 plus travel money from one such hobby friend, I scoured the internet. I came across this blog post and found … Continue reading Take Your Own Engagement Photos
Have you ever had a desire to do something and, no matter what other things you do, you still have this desire? There is not a day that goes by when I don't I come up with an idea to create something. Whether it is a functional household item, a design for a wedding dress … Continue reading Designing Potential
I suppose I should introduce you to someone very special to me. He's about four and a half feet tall. He loves tacos and spaghetti. He loves to ride his bike around in gym class. And... he has cerebral palsy. When I moved on a whim after I graduated college, I took a job as … Continue reading The Small Things (and People) in Life