Not Normal

My husband came home on Monday with our gifts for this year's Birthday Ball. I had asked for a shelf to be put up in our hallway to put these gifts on display and my husband told me no. The reasoning behind this no was that he did not want to do that at this house as if we were leaving soon. Keyword is the as if part of that sentence. We will more than likely be leaving soon but there is no such thing in plan yet. So why not hang the dang shelf? There is no more work to be done in our house, no change to be done, no new to be bought because of the possibility...Read More

10 Perks of Getting Married Young

I married my husband at the age of twenty-two.  Big whoop. I married young because there were two lives that needed to be meshed together for eternity. His and mine. I did not want to miss another minute of his life and he did not want to miss another one of mine. Listed below are ten what I think perks of getting married at such a young age. My search for Mr. Right is over. I get to skip the terrible years of dating those that just do not fit the part. My heart does not have to break every few months with a fall out of someone that never really mattered. My memories are only filled with one really great guy. I found...Read More

Sunday Thoughts, October 2nd

The sermon from last Sunday has been something that has been on my mind a lot lately. Towards the end of that sermon our pastor mentioned that he woke up that morning with a feeling that people of his church are in some kind of battle. A battle of addiction, grief, loss, or anything in that nature. He then asked for those that are battling with some kind of emotional or physical battle to stand up so him, along with everyone else in the church, can pray for them. Jonathan, eighty percent of the attendees, and I all stood up. I was not expecting that many people to be standing up with me. I almost did not want to stand up because...Read More

Jonathan & Brianna

jAA-nuh-thun & bree-AA-nuh Friends First  I met Jonathan during the summer of 2005 as he lived just around the corner of my house in Buckeye, Arizona. We were neighbors for almost six years. We took the bus to school together and frequently hung out at each other's houses or the neighborhood park. We used to see who could throw the baseball harder at each other while playing catch and I used to watch him play his dorky computer games. He will tell you I was mean and I will tell you that it was because he was a boy. During high school was when our friendship started to slip away and that was because of different interests and us simply growing...Read More