Documenting the lives of a brown eyed girl with curls, and her baby brother's world.

A man’s heart plans his way, but the Lord directs his steps

Saturday, January 22, 2011


I'm sitting here, with my daughter beside me, and I'm reflecting on my past, and pondering our future.

I came across a picture of my grandparent's house, and I can google and see my own house online that I grew up in, and can't help but wonder, will I create such a place for my kids? Will they have all of these memories in our own house that we want to build them? I spent many years running from the small town I grew up in, and can't help but think now, why did I want to rush getting out so fast? It's hard to be in a different town, unfamiliar faces, unfamiliar territory.

This life is going by so fast. I can't help but sit here, while Macey now sleeps up against me, and listen to Miranda Lambert's, The House that Built Me.

~Plans were drawn, and concrete poured, and nail by nail, and board by board; daddy gave life to momma's dream.