I can’t believe it but I actually made a quilt! I’ve wanted to make one probably since around 2014. No idea why, I just always thought it would be neat to make one. There’s just something cozy about a homemade quilt. This is not a tutorial by the way because when I say I pretty much had no idea what I was doing, I mean it. A good friend of mine has a mother-in-law who quilts and she showed her how to make one. Once she had made one I had her show me how and then pretty much text her for every step as I was making it! Bless you Lexi! But I actually got more than I bargained for with this project of mine.
Time is such a funny thing, isn’t it? You’re always simultaneously wanting it to speed up and slow down. At least that’s how’s it’s been for me these past 6 months. Wanting the days to go more slowly as to fully enjoy the days of my daughter being a baby. Wanting the days to hurry up and pass by so that my husband can be home from deployment.
I haven’t blogged about deployment at all, to be honest I don’t even really talk about it to my family and friends all that much. About 90% of the time I’m fine but at the same time it’s always a thing. He’s always not here, it’s always in the back of my mind. Recently I read this article and realized that being a married single mom is totally a thing, a thing that happens to apply to me. My husband left half way through my pregnancy and got to come home for about 3 weeks after she was born to which I realize I’m luckier than a lot of military wives. However, he won’t be home for good until sometime this summer which means for over half of the first year of her life I have been/will be a single mom even though I’m married.
It’s so surreal to me that I’ve had a baby shower! I always wondered what it would be like to have one and it definitely exceeded anything I could’ve imagined! My sister and three of my mom’s friends work so hard to throw me such a gorgeous shower that was Kate Spade meets storybook.
Maybe it’s because Valentine’s Day is this weekend, or maybe it’s because the more I think about what I want our home to look like the more I want what we put in it to hold meaning but lately I’ve been more sentimental than normal.
Before coming to know Jesus I tried to fill the God-sized hole in my heart with things. I was lustful for things, clothes I wouldn’t wear, journals I wouldn’t even write in, candles I wouldn’t burn. You name it, if it was pretty I wanted it. Now that I know Jesus as my Savior I know that no amount of stuff can bring me joy, only He can do that. But my habit of wanting things is a harder habit to kick than I thought. When I have a bad day I can sometimes find myself wanting to go buy something to make me feel better instead of just turning to God in prayer.
Christmas is quickly approaching and I often get frustrated that as a society we’ve created Christmas to be about gifts, songs, movies and decorations. We’ve changed the symbol of Christmas from a cross to a tree.
Happy Thanksgiving friends! I’m beyond blessed and unfortunately sometimes I forget that until this time of year rolls around.
Since starting back up blogging around mid October and really giving this a go I’ve had over 2,000 views and around 1,000 visitors to my little space in the vastness that is the internet and it is blowing me away! So for those of you taking the time to read this or any of my other posts, I am thankful for you. I can’t wait to see how this blog and myself continue to grow!
We all want to feel known. We want our family and friends to know our likes and dislikes and our ins and outs and for them to just “get” us. Every single person wants to feel known, no one is immune to it.
The process of getting our house was rather quick. Garrett and I both lived with our families before we got married but his mom was moving to Florida the May before our September wedding. Therefore, G needed somewhere to live. We looked into apartments but most of the rent was more expensive than a mortgage so we decided to look into houses. One cold February Saturday we went to look with our realtor and saw about 5 or so houses and we picked ours. We looked one day, that was it. After a lot of going back and forth we got it, and our close date was April 3rd (I think). Plenty of time for Garrett to get moved in before his mom had to move. (If I could go back I think I would’ve picked one of the new houses we looked at but God clearly had us in this house for a reason or else we wouldn’t be here.)