In the past several months of summer, my heart was stirring. I could feel deep down that God was preparing me for something, I just couldn't figure out what, so I was completely miserable. I prayed for what I thought I had needed, but I heard no answer. As if these months of my heart … Continue reading Next construction project: Nursery
I fell in love because of concrete. You know, it doesn’t sound near as romantic when I actually say it out loud, but it’s true. Before I ever stepped into the Chamber world, I worked out on a ranch camp and retreat center in the middle of nowhere. Because it was in the middle of … Continue reading He had my heart at concrete.
Ever since my sweet Kendall and I met, I've had a dear fried whose name just so happens to be Courtney right there with us to document every single milestone of our lives together. She was there for me before Kendall ever came along with my broken engagement. She was right here with me to … Continue reading The 22 Mile Home Photo Shoot
With graduation looming in the air, I am reminded of the vicious cycle I have had to endure when I was deciding what I wanted to be when I grow up. You know the drill. When you’re little, you think you know for sure what you want to be, then you get to high school … Continue reading The 22 Mile Farm.
The minute that I knew this home would be ours, my imagination wheels started churning and I was already longing for the day when I'd be able to decorate our new home. At first, I felt a little bit cheated as I had no idea how much labor I'd have to go through in order … Continue reading The pretty progress.
Never in a million years did I think my Monday evening would turn out like it just did tonight. After a day back at work, I came home to make Kendall and I supper and then we retreated away into our room to watch a movie and unwind. About an hour into our movie, the … Continue reading The knock on the door that I’ll never forget.
The very first time that I stepped into what would eventually become our forever home, I immediately began to dream about how I'd make this place our own. I knew right away that the bright salmon colors, the baby blues and the tacky wall quote clings would be the first things to go. I spent … Continue reading The painting party.
In the past few weeks, I believe that I have officially entered in to a new kind of “low” as I live in the midst of our construction war zone. Even though my sweet Kendall and I decided to bite the bullet and hire a sheet rocker to finish our upstairs walls and we see … Continue reading The depressive days of dust.
On the night before Valentine’s Day, after my Kendall had fallen asleep and I tip toed over our squeaky hallway floors to set out his gifts and a card, I had an epiphany. As I was writing down a small note to my husband in the obnoxiously over sized card that I got him, I … Continue reading Happy Birthday, Handy Man.
In the past few weeks as progress has continued here at our 22 mile home, we are nearly reaching the time that I've been waiting for ever since we ripped down the first piece of old sheet rock from our walls... making things look pretty again. On such a Sunday as this, I'm sure a … Continue reading Shiplap on my mind.