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YES! It is actually me! I think I'm going to stop apologizing when I'm unexpectedly absent from blogging for weeks on end. You'll just have to be OK with reading my intermittent blogs. Please?! OK. I feel better now. So, there's actually been a whole big lot going on in my life this summer. That's part of the reason for the absence. There was so much I wanted to write about, but I've learned that my personality type likes to complete things- not leave them spinning around in the atmosphere. I think, in my head, I didn't want to write about the process of what was going on, and just catch everybody up when we were done. That's, obviously, the exact opposite of the point of blogging, and by the time the task is complete, there's way too much to catch up on that I inevitably just get overwhelmed and write about nothing at all. Just 'cause he's so darn cute!!! Since this has been such a life-changing, marr

Music and worship has really been on my mind and heart this week. It started Sunday when Pastor Toti talked about how powerful it is to sing out loud. Even if it's in your car, sing at the top of your lungs to your favorite worship songs. Matt heard a quote that said "it's like nails down a chalk board to the Devil when we sing praise songs. It makes him screech out loud." I love the idea of that! And I love to sing! On that note, I was listeneing to Air1 on Monday and heard a song that was new to me. I instantly pulled out my phone and "Shazaamed" it. (For those of you who who are unawares of the Shazaam app, it is glorious and allows you to put your phone up to your radio when you don't know a song and it tells you all the info about it!) So, my phone told me that it was a song called "Dead Come to Life" by Jonathan Thulin feat. Charmaine. Well, that got me to looking him up when I was at home. I had Matt listen to t

"I want to be a cheerleader when I grow up! A cheerleader and a teacher, and after I get married, my husband and I will be missionaries." Flowers at my home! Well, one of those dreams came true. This was the answer I gave people when I was young. And yes, I was a cheerleader all through elementary and high school  (winning two national championships if I might toot my own horn), but, thankfully, the Lord taught me early on that I don't have the patience to teach. He also showed me that my calling was not overseas missions either. I figured we were all supposed to become missionaries at some point in our Christian lives. After 4 months with YWAM in Hawaii & China, I came home and realized that experience was great but also, that wasn't what I was called to. (Oddly enough, I was voted "Most Likely to Become a Missionary" in high school.) My summer back porch! Thankfully, I met a man who was on his way to enroll in semin

Work Buddy #1 yesterday! I remember when I was engaged, I made a pact with myself that I would be very intentional with my time. My engagement was only 4 short months, so as soon as I got back home from the lake the weekend after Matt proposed, I downloaded the LoseIt! app. I was SO dedicated to inputting my calories in and calories out and was able to drop 10 pounds quite quickly. I also made sure to spend time with the Lord regularly trying to prepare myself for this event I had anticipated all my life. I included my bridesmaids and close friends in my big wedding planning decisions so they could feel my excitement and really be a part of it instead of just showing up the day of. Matt & I met with the Brewers every week for pre-marital counseling going over big issues and little annoyances within our relationship and trying to prepare ourselves for how amplified those issues would become in our marriage. Work buddy #2 yesterday! I distinctly remem

What a perfectly wonderful weekend to get my mind out of the funk! My cousin, Cynthia, had a fashion show at the Dallas Market Friday, so my aunt Lisa invited Mom & I to join her and her 3 girls for a Girls Weekend! Cynthia only made the one garment and really didn't think it would "walk" b/c she had made it out of denim and that is rarely a theme in this fashion show. The themes are pre-determined by the show committe. Well, lo & behold, denim WAS a theme, and my darling cousin's dress was picked out of thousands to be one of 200 to walk the runway. And why wouldn't it be?! She had made it from her father's old work jeans! I was so proud of her! For lunch, my cousins, Angelique & Katrina, picked a lovely little coffee shop called Ascension Coffee where we enjoyed freshly brewed tea, paninis, bread pudding & creme brulee. Then for dinner, they picked a swanky little joint called Meddlseome Moth.  We

I was sitting in there thinking to myself, "I cant handle this. I'm not big enough to handle this." All I could think about was wanting my Mom or Dad or brothers there beside me to take over. To be on my side, to hold me and shelter me from the harsh words flying around the room.  I covered my face and tried to block it out crying and crying, wishing my tears to stop the torment. I finally reached the point where running seemed like the best option, so I did. I ran out of that place to the nearest home where a friend lived. And then I woke up. If only I had. I didn't wake up from this one. This was a real-life "put my big girl panties on" kind of moment. I wondered how long it would take before I hit one of these moments. I wondered how I would react. And, honestly, I've surprised myself. I haven't gone running to Mommy & Daddy (although God knows I've wanted to.) I haven't spilled my guts to everyone's w

My personality type doesn't recognize April Fool's Day. The only pranks I can remember pulling was in 4th grade. Me and a couple friends decided it was a novel idea to turn the class clock forward to 3 PM even though it was only 10 AM. To this day, I still wonder why none of us were smart enough to just set it forward 10 minutes instead of a full five hours. Perhaps, it was because we were 4th graders. And the other prank was the typical chalk in the grooves of the felt eraser. That one didn't pan out so well either.  I guess when you've been a teacher for 15 years, you've already seen that one. I will say I had never seen the one my husband pulled on me Monday night. He came into our office during a pivotal and emotional point in Downton Abbey,  but I paused it since he was acting funny. He sat down beside me and asked a question I never want to hear from him again, "What do you think about me getting hair plugs?" Of course, I i

Yes, it has been seven months since I've last posted. Blogging is an interesting thing. While I often have lots to say, I constantly contradict myself in deciding whether or not to post it. Sometimes it's too personal, or I'm afraid the person I'm referring to will read this post, or that no one will relate to what I'm saying and my followers will slowly whither away to nothingness. But I recently had a dear friend ask why I wasn't blogging anymore and that she missed my posts.  She actually missed me!  And that feeling of being missed is what every human truly desires most. To be accepted and loved and taken for who we really are. Selfishness and rudeness and dirtiness all wrapped into this imperfect human body. And I decided to start posting again. Because I may not be able to make a huge difference in this big 'ole crazy world, but I can write this one post, this one day, and reach out to somebody.  If that's all I do, I'll at least do that