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Craving the Adventure.

Wednesday, July 9, 2014

When I was a little girl, I could do anything.  I could soar the skies as an airplane attendant and see the world.  I could give all of the needy food and clothes and make sure that their lives were filled with love.  I could ride a horse across the US and ski the Colorado mountains.  I could live out any dream I had in my little, vibrant mind.  The world was mine and it was just an arms reach of achieving pretty much anything I wanted in my life.

But the reality of my life was quiet different.  I was a quiet, often shy little girl that wanted to please everyone that came across my path.  That niceness and that compassion was often a gift but it also led to insecurities as I watched friends come and go in and out of my life.  My childhood consisted of turning mud pies into lavish cakes and old beer cans into delicious island smoothies, as me and some other childhood friends managed to build a fort away from home deep in the woods near the family barn and create a place of our own.  We didn't have much, but we sure did have an imagination.  I remember once we piled up sheets of old tin left over from the barn roof, on the ground.  Our purpose was to make a trampoline.  And it worked.  We never told our parents cause we knew that we were jumping on a tetanus shot waiting to happen... but once the jumping began, that old tin turned into the best trampoline we could have ever imagined.  The logs that we had to climb to get over to the treacherous swamps were really mere logs that had fallen over a small spring of water.  But in our minds it was an adventure to be had.  We had the time of our lives in those woods that was just yards from the busy interstate 40.  But in our minds, we were hours away from our normal lives and we had created something great.  Something we had dreamed about.

Now let's skip to College.  And with that season the infamous question arose.  What do you want to major in?  I remember the words rolling off of my dad's tongue as I received the letter of acceptance to Appalachian State University.  I was standing in the kitchen with my new college packet as a young 17 year old who had just got home from cheerleading practice whose primary concern was what I would wear to school the next day.  Basically he had just asked the question...

What do you want to do with the R E S T of your Life.

I remember my response to this day.  I wanted to be a teacher.  And as the words left my mouth I remember the doubt that I had felt inside of me at that very moment.  It was as if I had just sentenced myself to a lifetime of an endless career with no way out.  I felt like I had determined my whole life in one plan by just determining my career choice.  Now this may be ok for most, but I remember the sickening feeling I had at that very moment.

I spent the rest of my college years pursuing Elementary Education, but considered changing my major at many times throughout.  Once I wanted to be a Park Ranger so that I could hike the Appalachian Trail.  The other was maybe I should be a photographer so that I could work for the National Geographic, travel the world and take pictures of animals that I am terrified of.  Bad idea.  I am barely capable of taking a decent picture with an iPhone and I am pretty sure that anything larger than a dog should be behind bars.

So what was that?  Why was I determined to set myself on a path of becoming one thing, but yet I wrestled with constant dreaming, constant ideas, constant desires of more.  I craved an adventure.  But that wasn't supposed to be... I was supposed to start a career, work, retire and then I could enjoy life before I kick the bucket.  Wasn't that how it worked?

I became a teacher in the year of 2004.  I spent one semester in the classroom and I then stepped into other careers.  Surprise, Surprise.  Several careers actually.  I returned to what I knew which was the classroom and I stayed there until I had my first child.

I loved being a stay at home mom.  I still do.  There is never a day that goes by that I am not thankful for my time here with my children.  There is not a day that my life as a mom is not an adventure.  It changes every day.

But I am craving more.  I want to continue dreaming even at the age of 32.  I don't know that I ever want to answer the question of "what do you want to do for the rest of your life" with one simple answer.  My prayer is that God would continue to take me out of my comfort zone and send me on the adventures that I dreamed of as a child.  That even as an adult, that I would dream of finally seeing those Colorado mountains and visiting other countries to save the world one person at a time.  I pray that He will bring me into places that some are afraid to go and that He would show me places that blow my imagination away.  And mostly I pray that when I leave this earth, that when my girls talk about their mother they will say, "she spent her whole life living her God-given adventure, unafraid, unhindered and unwilling to stop short of what God had for her."

I still don't know what I want to be when I grow up.  And part of me prays that I never do.  That I am able to live my life with continued dreams, hope and craving the adventure.  And I mostly pray that these cravings, that they will lead to me doing.  That when the time comes, that I will not cling to what is comfortable or what I know to be the "safe thing" but that I will hop on board with complete trust in who my Father is and the plans He has for me.

Until that day, my adventures of kid tantrums, the buzzillion life questions I answer in a day to my kids, the tears that I wipe clean along with the kisses and hugs, are perfect training ground for my next big adventure.  I feel certain that at the age of 32... my life is just now beginning.

How about you?




Just Dance!!

Thursday, June 12, 2014

“From the oldest of times, people danced for a number of reasons. They danced in prayer… or so that their crops would be plentiful… or so their hunt would be good. And they danced to stay physically fit… and show their community spirit. And they danced to celebrate.” And that is the dancing we’re talking about. Aren’t we told in Psalm 149 “Praise ye the Lord. Sing unto the Lord a new song. Let them praise His name in the dance”? And it was King David – King David, who we read about in Samuel – and what did David do? What did David do?

It's one of the greatest movies of all time.  Or at least in my book.  To this day this movie will make me jump to my feet and break it down as if I am a student at Bomont High experiencing my first prom.  And I am not a dancer.  But it doesn't matter... I feel like one when I am dancing along Ren McCormack.  His passion about dance carries over and inspires those around him.

When I was in kindergarten, my mom signed me up for ballet at the American Dance Academy.  I remember being so excited to start.  But then, my next memory is doing leaps across the dance floor.  While everyone else's resembled a graceful deer leaping across a meadow, mine, well, it looked more like a spastic frog hopping from one lily pad to the next.  It wasn't good.  Or so I thought.  

Comparison with my neighbor started at a very young age for me.  I wished that I had not cared so much or instead allowed it to motivate me to push forward.  However, I allowed it to let me quit.  After 3 years of dance, I called it quits.  But the truth is, I had quit long before that.  I had made it up in my mind that I was not a dancer.  Dream over.  I got my trophy and that was enough for me.  But I never stopped loving dance.  I have always loved dance.  Sure, the cheerleading dancing that I did in high school was fun and proms, well I was always the white girl who thought she could dance, but it wasn't the same.  I loved ballet.  I loved the movements, the grace, the strength.  Still do.

That is why when I had my first little girl, I knew that dance would be her first activity.  Thankfully, I have a house full of girls and they all love to dance.  This past year, I watched my oldest two blossom  in their dance class.  Their teacher spoke life into them with every move, every step and taught them so much more than positions and coordination.   She taught them confidence.  She taught them how to believe in themselves and that dance is fun.   I watched them leap across the room, unafraid without the slightest concern of what others thought.  They were inspired by one another and they saw dance in a way that I wished I had as young girl.  They came home and practiced as much as possible and even taught their mama a thing or two. 

The best part was when I started to see this "dance" take place during worship music.  Every morning, we take some time to listen to music.  Sometimes the girls play, sometimes they color and sometimes they dance.  When the dancing starts in the kitchen, I usually stop whatever it is I am doing... straight out of awe.  You can literally feel His presence as they welcome Him in with their pure hearts and their dancing.  

Everyone should dance.  I don't care if it's the graceful deer or the spastic frog... just dance.  Dance until you feel better.  Dance until you find peace.  Dance until you laugh at yourself.  Dance until you are inspired.  
Just Dance. 








DIY Wedding Shower Approved

Tuesday, June 10, 2014

Wade Nagy and I had a productive week.  Nothing like hosting a wedding shower at your home to give you that kick that you need to get back on the renovation train.  It's easy with 3 kids and one on the way to lose sight of what "needs to be done."  After all, all of the speckled walls had become home and the unsightly decor that I had hanging outside had just become an easy solution to fill a wall.

But that's not always the best.  I have learned that sometimes less is more and a blank wall is sometimes better than outdated decor.

So we will start there...

I was hosting about 30 some peeps in my home.  So I knew that the outdoors needed to be utilized in the best way possible.  We worked on some furniture (which I will show you later) and had the back deck looking much better.  Until I came to the doorway.  And there it was.  The chicken that I have had since we first got married.  Granted, Wade Nagy and I used to have chickens.  Their names were Yosef, Claudia, Tyson and Purdue.  All of which left this world in an unimaginable way, in which we quickly learned that we are not the best chicken owners.  So the only chicken that survived was this lovely thing.  And to be honest, it should have probably died with the rest.  Or at least stayed back with the old farm house we used to own.

I needed a quick fix.  I had this letter in a closet left over from a project that I never completed.  (this happens a lot).  So with some spray paint and some burlap (that I used for the wedding shower), my new decor was simple and clean.  And highly resembled the one I just showed you on this post.  But oh well.  I still believe it to be an improvement from the rusty old chicken.
Start with a can of Indoor/ Outdoor Spray Paint.  Allow to dry.  I then tied burlap string and topped it off (mainly to cover the nail in the brick) with a thicker burlap fabric.  Both can be found at Walmart.
Then, there was the painting of the walls...  Wade Nagy pulled this off in just the nick of time.  We both agreed that we should have said goodbye to the speckled spots a long time ago.  Our living room and hallway now feel like a fresh, clean space.
This was me testing the color because the lack of faith I had in Wade Nagy when he chose something different than I had originally chosen.  But I LOVED it.  And that is why we make a great team.

Final after pics will come in a later post.

And then there was this... The Fireplace.
 Now this was one of those things that I knew needed to be done, but had dreaded the task.  That was until I knew 30 people were coming to my house and boom... motivation had reignited.  

The first couple hours were fun.  I loved seeing the new, fresh color roll over the dingy white.  But after the 2nd day, I could have tore down the whole entire fireplace and called it a day.
The mortar... Oh. My. Goodness.
So if you think you have the sanity for this project...  Then at least allow yourself more than 2 days to complete the task.  Start with a small roller (made for brick), then use a 2-3 inch Purdy Brush to get deep inside of the mortar.  The color of this paint is Sherwin Williams, Functional Gray.
Now that its D O N E... I love the results.
Learn how to make this pallet deer (here).

In a few days, I will show you the outdoor furniture that made our deck sing in gratitude and I also will have some really cute dancers who rocked it last week in their dance recital.  Plus... I know you want to see some pics of the wedding shower...  It was such a great time and the bride, well, she's a beauty.

Here are some sneak peaks for the next few posts...

Early Sunday Morning breakfast at our new outdoor table.  

and just a sneak peak of the wedding shower.  More to come.

Front Door Flair

Tuesday, June 3, 2014

At the beginning of Spring I had this beautiful burlap wreath with our letter N nicely displaced for all of our visitors.  I was particularly proud of this wreath because I had made it last summer using scrap burlap, a wooden letter that was given to me and an old wire wreath form that I had stolen off of an ugly old wreath.  So virtually it was FREE.   And that made it even more beautiful.

But the only guests that my wreath really impressed was not of the human kind.

Apparently, beside from the fact that it was free and pretty, it was also cozy.  Or at least according to the neighborhood birds that decided to make this cozy burlap their new home.  What started out as one bird, eventually turned into 3 as their trust grew around us and knowing that as we walked up to the doorway we had no intentions on harming them.  Sounds cute doesn't it?

Well, it was absolutely adorable.  Right up until they got so comfy that they decided not to leave their cozy coupe while dropping their business right down the side of my door.  Every. Single. Time.  And it added up.  I soon had a spread of that grossness lining my doorway and after about a week, their cozy little home came crashing down.

I managed to save the letter from the wreath and I also managed to fight back the tad bit of guilt when I would see those little birds fly up and look for their home.  The reminder of their "left behinds" kept me focused on creating something new, cheap and not-so-bird-friendly.

So here was my project.

Thankfully I had some left over burlap, so all I needed to purchase was a backless frame from Michaels, using their awesome 40% off coupon.

Materials Needed:
Cardboard (I used an old box)
Frame
Burlap
Scissors
Glue Gun
Wooden Letter (Painted)



I had an old box from a birthday present shipment.  I simply laid the frame on it, traced the inside and cut out.

Simple enough.


 Here are all the items laid out.  I couldn't decided if I wanted to use fabric or burlap.  


I decided burlap.

I wrapped the burlap around the cardboard like a Christmas present and hot glued everything else in place.  Then pop the burlap piece in by placing a small amount of glue around the inner edges and boom.  You have a new, non- bird friendly front door flair to add for all of your guest.  



Pallet Project.

Friday, May 16, 2014

Several, I mean several months ago I showed you the awesome, simple and cheap pallet sofa table on the blog (here).  I also showed you the pallet sign that Wade Nagy made for me and told you how that pretty soon, I was going to do a pallet project to showcase above my mantel.

Well, over 5 months later, I am now ready to show you.  Don't worry, it only took me 5 months to start, but only one day to finish.

I am expecting baby number 4 and these days my energy is come and go and so is my patience to try new things.  But yesterday, when I awoke I felt the energy to get something D O N E.  I decided to focus my time on the long awaited pallet project that quietly awaited me on my fireplace mantel.  Plus, I have a wedding shower at my home in a few weeks and I cannot have dead grass AND and a blank pallet board displayed.
So it was time to get busy.

The boards were already put together, thanks to my man.  So the first step was to sand the boards.  So while the kids ran around in the driveway, mama got to sanding with the electric sander.  If you don't have one, this exact Dewalt sander is $40 at Lowes.  And super easy to use.

Now, the outline.  I have wanted a chic, vintage deer since they first came in style.  Part of me was afraid that by this time, they were out of style.  However, I still wanted it.  So a deer it was.  I simply printed off a design that I liked and I re-drew the deer by hand.  Now if you are not able to do this free handed, just blow up the outline as large as you can (you may have to tape the 8x11 papers together), cut out and trace around the design.

Next, the stain.  Of course I had not planned to do this project until today, so a trip to Home Depot was needed.  A fun, spontaneous field trip for these homeschoolers, of course.  I chose to use a stain because I wanted the wood to look rustic and I also knew that it was cheaper and would be much faster to apply.  I chose a gray, even though it did not turn out like I had envisioned, as far as color, I was still pleased with the rustic look.  However, that example hanging on the wall at Home Depot showing this beautiful gray color... not what happened.

Just keep adding stain until you reach the desired color.  The stain will absorb slowly into the wood.
 And finally, the fun part.  Once the stain in somewhat dry (mine was still sticky, but not wet) you can begin to paint the deer.  I used an acrylic craft paint that I had purchased a long time ago from Michaels Craft Store.  I used one coat so that it would still have a vintage feel.  Start with the outer lines and work your way in.  Don't worry about staying in every line perfectly.  Part of doing your own DIY is creating the character through your own natural flaws.

And here it is...  


Wade said that he couldn't wait to put a red nose on him during Christmas.  I kind of like that idea. 
 I think we may even name him.  Any ideas on a name?




I want my Grass Greener.

Wednesday, May 7, 2014

Last summer we moved into this whole house of ours.  It was a lovely Ranch style home overtaken by the monsoon of jungle that wrapped all the way around the house.  I remember shortly after moving here that there wasn't a single window that you could not see some sort of vine or shrub slowly creeping up it.  And the grass.  Whoa.  It was green and lush and pretty much all weeds.  Yup, not much grass to be seen.  However, that late in the summer our only option was to mow and keep it mowed as it grew like wild flowers.  I mean dandelions.

I am a daughter of a landscaper.  Having pretty grass, you know with the stripes and all, is just how I know to do things.  I usually never notice the weeds in the neighbors yard, but the ones in mine, they taunt me and tease me and literally drive me crazy.  I was actually thankful when winter came and the whole jungle became dormant.

Now, it is Spring.  And things are finally starting to take shape.  Wade Nagy spent a whole weekend last Fall trimming and practically butchering off every shrub surrounding the house and as you can see it paid off this Spring.  Our plan is to add a shrub, a flower, here and there until we have the beds full and colorful.  But this is a start.  Especially from last year.

Before.
We had trimmed some on the round shrubs, but the others were just overwhelming.
After.
There was a walkway in there!

Before.  
The day of closing... mowing the yard HAD to be done first.  Next furniture.

After.  
Much less shrubs.

However, the grass is hideous.  

We went from a lush weed garden to a dry and barren desert.

We have used weed killer and slowing the weeds are dimensioning.  However, grass doesn't magically grow in the bare spots and it is looking like we may have to wait until Fall since the summer heat has already began to set in.

I was thinking about how ugly the yard is and I was actually embarrassed about it.  I am having a wedding shower at my house in a few weeks for a friend and I am a little ashamed to invite them to the Sahara.  However, it dawned on me just like everything else that this is a process.

I want the green grass and I want it now.  But the reality of it is that it takes time.  You have to work diligently, be patient and the seed has to be planted at the right time. Otherwise you are planting seed that will never grow.

Get where I am going with this?

So often we want our dreams and desires to come to pass right now.  We look across the road at our neighbors and see that theirs is beautiful and lush and we wonder why it isn't happening for us.  We want to be in our God-given destiny and we want it NOW.  We can see it, feel it and we are eager.  But the timing just isn't quite right.  We have to learn to wait on His timing.  As hard as it is.  We don't have to understand it and honestly I don't think the Lord wants us to.  He wants us to fully trust, rely and obey.  Then at the proper time, the seed will be planted, it will take root and the it will grow into the beautiful thing that it was intended to be.

And this time... it will be fully "weed free,"

So as I watch the weeds fade away, I am determined to see the bare spots as areas where the Lord will grow newness.  No longer are they considered bare and dry, they are new pallets waiting for new seed to be planted so that when the time is right, the grass will grow abundantly.

You just WAIT till next Fall.


Porter's Miracle

Friday, April 25, 2014

This past Tuesday I did something that I had never done before.  About 3 months ago, my pastor's wife, Harriet asked if I would be a part of the upcoming Esther series in our Women's Sisterhood group at church.  She felt like the Lord had given her my name, along with 4 other women to teach about the book of Esther.  Now let me tell ya, I didn't question my pastor's wife because I know she hears from the Lord, but I did however strongly question the Lord.

I wanted to know why in the world would he place me in line with such strong, spiritual women that I consider my own mentors, to teach in front of 100 other women.  I mean, He knows that speaking in front of people terrifies me, plus what in the world would I even talk about?!  But after weeks of silence and no answer, I finally changed my question to "what."  What Lord, do you want me to tell these women?  Pretty soon I realized that the very thing that He wanted me to teach was the very thing that I was learning myself.

My Voice.

Little did I know that not only would He empower others through this teaching of Esther and the use of our God given Voice, but He would also teach me more about what He has created me to do.  Although my hands were sweaty and my nerves were beyond a mess, once I finished I found such a release of fulfillment because I had stepped out in obedience for Him.

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But here is the best thing...

I was so focused on me speaking at Sisterhood this past Tuesday, that I had little to no time to even think about the specialist appointment for baby Porter the very next day.  We woke up early Wednesday morning, dropped the other girls off with a friend and went to the Fetal Specialist to have an ultrasound.  We had already been told that our chances for Down Syndrome or other defects were pretty high considering the amount of fluid that was found on the back of the baby's neck.  And honestly, even though we were praying daily against the "what-if's," Wade and I had both come to a place where we knew that God would bring us through whatever comes our way.  We had already decided that whatever the diagnosis that we would research what we could to better prepare ourselves to be the best parents that we could be.  No matter what.

So we sat down in the waiting room with peace.  Not knowing what was ahead, but not concerned with it anyways.  That's real trust.

Before the specialist appointment, we had TWO previous ultrasounds given by two different techs and analyzed by two different doctors from two different practices.  Both of these concluded the same results... that there was over 3.5mm of fluid on the back of the baby's neck.  Which was well beyond "normal."

If you look closely at the picture below, you can see the "black" in between the spine and the body of the baby.  This was 1 week ago...


And here is the ultrasound from this past Wednesday (just one week after the above picture.)

Baby Porter is healthy, whole and perfectly made.  The fluid was less than 1.3mm which is completely normal.  The doctors even asked what we were there for...  They just couldn't understand that the fluid had decreased that much in less than a week.

But we could.

I cannot put into words the emotion of pure happiness that we both felt at the moment of such good news.  I just cried and said thank you Jesus right there lying on the table, belly all exposed.  Again, He had given us a miracle.  Once again.  We are so underserving, but yet He loves us all so much.

I find it interesting that this day of bliss came the day after I stepped out in obedience and did something for the Lord that I was terrified to do.

I love the Lord's timing.

There is nothing greater.  Step out into obedience and DO what He is calling you to do.  Even if you have to do it afraid.  Watch God move in your life all because He loves you and He loves when you surrender yourself to Him in full obedience.

If you said a prayer for baby Porter... then your words moved mountains that day.

Thank YOU.  And it's all HIS glory.



The Unexpected.

Tuesday, April 15, 2014

I was planning on announcing my good news with a fancy picture and a new blog post.  But then the unexpected happened so here goes my news...

About 8 weeks ago I had a dream.  Wade and I were holding a baby boy in the hospital.  All of the staff from LifeCC were there in the room and one of them was even talking about the amazing eye lashes on this little bundle.  The baby's name was Porter.  He was beautiful.

I woke up that morning and told Wade that it was probably the most real dream that I have ever had.  Later that day, I decided to take a few minutes and look up the meaning of Porter.  It means "gatekeeper."
The job of the gatekeeper in the Bible was to keep the sheep in line with the shepherd.
To keep believers in line with the Lord.

Instantly, I knew that this name had some weight and carried a lot of meaning.  And we actually liked it too.
But I wasn't pregnant.  Nor did we want to be for at least another year.  I mean we have some pretty big plans ahead of us.  We needed to get "prepared" before adding on number four.  BUT, this dream... well it caused the curiosity to take over so I decided to take a test for fun.  Positive.  Porter was already in the making.
I was unexpectedly expecting.

We announced it to our closest friends and family and were going to wait and do a big gender announcement for the rest of the world.  Aka Facebook.

But these plans changed.

Last Monday, I received a phone call.  A call that no mother-to-be ever wants to hear.  She simply informed me of their discoveries and that I needed to see my doctor as soon as possible.  The doctors had found some fluid on the back of the baby's neck that was abnormal.

A few calls later and a good chat with my mid-wife, I found out what we were dealing with and the next steps that needed to take place.  And a good cry.  A very long, out pour of a cry.

You see, this very moment brought back such stand-still moments from the past into my mind and body.
I remember the call that I received with Lela that there was a mass on her brain.  I remember where I was standing, what I was wearing and what I felt when the words left the doctors lips.  I also remember the day that God healed her.  I had never seen, nor felt the mighty Hand of God like I did that day.  HE reached into my womb and the mass disappeared.  Even the doctors were confused.

So when the flood of tears came this time, I chose to remember that day just 4 and half years ago.  That day of healing.  This held me far above my fears.  This truth of what God could do, what He WILL do gave me peace that surpassed all understanding.

So instead of giving life to the words of what this could be, I am asking that you give life to what it should be... and that is total healing and health.  I am asking that you pray for Baby Porter and that you pray for me.  That I will be strong, no matter what lies ahead simply because I know that my Father leads the way.  

SO WITHOUT FURTHER ADO...
I would like to announce Baby Porter who will be here sometime around October 26th.
Healthy, Whole and Full of God's Purpose.


As we learn to submit to Him the trials that will come, knowing that He has a plan, I think we can all be unexpectedly surprised at how His peace will cover us through the storm.




Our Frozen Inspired Birthday Party

Monday, April 14, 2014

This past weekend, Wade Nagy and I celebrated our 6 year old.  The words still blow my mind.  A six year old.  There was a day in my early motherhood where I thought I would never make it past the 3 month, no sleeping, constantly wearing spit-up stage with any amount of success.  And now I have a 6 year old, who is bright, funny and incredibly loyal to those that she cares about.  Which is pretty much everyone.  I have never met a 6 year old that cares about Jesus and the homeless man that stands out in front of Target all with the same amount of passion and love.  She loves whole-heartedly and she is full of words.  Given that this child rarely spoke until she was 3 and underwent some major speech therapy... she has by far made up for the loss.  She is a motor mouth and this weekend was no exception.

We had house guests (2 adults and 3 children) who came into town to celebrate her big day.  She was on cloud nine all weekend and it was such a great time.  

We started Thursday with the circus that we were blessed with.  That was a fun experience to start the weekend off.  The acrobats and the elephants were their fave.


Then the party began Friday night when Memaw and Pappy showed up a night before planned.  We went to a quick birthday dinner and finished up some shopping for the big party the next day.


And finally.
The day of the party had finally arrived.  And since we haven't quiet had enough of Frozen, we decided to bring it in to the 80 degree weather...







But before the party guests arrived... her daddy and I decided to start the morning off with gifts.  We always wake our girls up to us singing Happy Birthday and we open gifts immediately.  It is like Christmas morning on their birthday!  This sweet child had asked for this for the last two years.  But our finances have never quiet lined up... however thanks to a yard sale we were FINALLY able to say YES.  And i felt awesome.  Imagine how much your Father in Heaven enjoys saying YES to you?


If you wanna see the real excitement... check out this quick video I posted on Facebook. (HERE.)



 Her name is Joy.  A good way to remember this moment.

It was an awesome day and the highlight was the surprise visit from Elsa herself.  Thanks to the Wilmington Party Crew, they arranged Elsa to come straight from Arendelle herself.  Ej was a little timid at first but soon warmed up to her new friend.  As her mom, I could see in her eyes that she was so happy the whole time.  Elsa told her that freckles were kisses from angels... Ej has been reminding me of that all weekend.





The party ended on Monday after a hard goodbye with some of our favorite people.  But a promised next visit is in the making which makes this departure a lot less tough.  

Thank you to everyone who made my BIG girl feel so special.




HAPPY 6TH BIRTHDAY EMMA JANE!
We love you.