Archive | January, 2016

The Little Things

18 Jan

 

I have read this quote multiple times, but today, it takes on a whole new meaning. Let me explain…

My Daddy was a Dodge truck owner. I can remember three different trucks that he had over the years. His first truck was a green Dodge Dakota, the second one was a Dodge Hemi truck, and his third being a black Dodge Dakota.

The black truck is most familiar to me. After my dad passed away, my mom decided to keep the truck in case we ever needed it. Even after 4 years, the interior still smells like my Daddy, which makes it even more special.

The first truck I remember him having was a 1993 Dodge Dakota. The truck was green with tan interior. I remember many trips with my Daddy to eat breakfast together on Saturday mornings. This was also the truck that one of my puppies ran under while he was driving; he felt so bad but it wasn’t even his fault! I remember that my Daddy always had a stick-on calendar on the dashboard. I would always sit in the middle between him and my brother whenever we would go eat breakfast together or go to the restaurant down the street and get an ice cream cone. The truck had well over 200,000 miles on it. He made many, many trips! Eventually he got him a new truck.

Lots of miles!

My sweet Daddy & me! ❤️

Years had passed and I honestly forgot about that green Dodge he drove for the first several years of my life. It wasn’t until the last couple of months that I began to think about it again.

My mom had this awesome idea of using the tailgate off my Daddy’s green Dodge to make my brother a bench for Christmas. The truck had been sold to a junk yard, but they were able to get the tailgate off of it. Christmas morning came and the bench was beautiful. The wood had a burned look and there was the tailgate as the back part of the bench. It wasn’t until later that evening that we discovered the tailgate we thought was my Daddy’s, was in fact the wrong one. We were so sad because we didn’t realize it until the bench was completed. It had been several years since we had even looked at a picture of his old truck, but as soon as we found one, we made it a mission to find the right tailgate. Last week, my mom went to the local junk yard to see if she could find my Daddy’s truck. The people there claimed they didn’t have  a green Dodge truck. She left feeling so disappointed.

So today, Houston and I went by to see if we could take a look around. The junk yard is very large. We spent almost 30 minutes walking around with no luck. I was beginning to think that they didn’t have it. As we were walking, I just simply prayed, “God, please let us find this truck. Just guide our steps to where it is.” 15 or so minutes passed and we came to a section of old trucks. We looked for a little bit, but didn’t see it. We walked a little further and there it was. I took a few pictures and sent them to my mom and brother. They confirmed that this was in fact, my Daddy’s truck. We were ecstatic!!! Houston got the tailgate and I looked throughout the inside of the truck to see if I could find anything. I came across some papers that had my parent’s names on them, I found some stickers, and an “I love you Daddy” label I had given him that were stuck on the dashboard.  

  

  

 
 

The stickers, label, and the calendar were things that I had forgotten about over the years. Finding these simple things just made this moment so much sweeter. I took some pictures and just looked at the truck for a while. Memories came flooding back as I looked inside. All these things that once didn’t seem to matter much, now meant the world to me.

I truly learned the meaning of the quote from the beginning of this post. So I encourage you, enjoy the little things in your everyday life, because someday, you may look back and realize that they were the big things.

All the glory to God for leading us to find this sweet treasure. He is so good to me.

Blessings,

-Mrs. Hannah D. ☺️

“This is Home”

5 Jan

I’ve written about home before. My post Home Sweet Home was inspired a few months back. Anyway, here I am, inspired once again. 

We just got home from staying with my mom for the last few days. The river has been up again and cut us off from our house. I’m beginning to think I’m being tested… 😉

My mom’s house will always be home. It was in that beautiful white house  with a big yard and lots of trees that I grew up. It’s a house filled with memories, laughter, tears, and love. My heart smiles each time we pull into the driveway because it isn’t just a house, it’s a home. It was my home for 20+ years of my life. It was where I grew into the woman I am today. It is not just a house, but it is the house that built me. 

My home now is in a different town 15 or so minutes away. It’s a smaller house with several trees and brown siding. It is pretty inside and is filled with my favorite decorations and pictures. It is my favorite place to come after a long day at work. It is my first home of my own. This house is where my husband and I are building the early years of our marriage. It is where we make memories we’ll never forget and have experiences we’ll tell our children about. 

I love each of these houses. My first home is where I became who I am, my second home is where I’m becoming who I will be. 

I must say though, my favorite part of home is who I share it with. Whether it is my mom and family in the house I grew up in, or my husband and me in our first house. Each place is home; each place is special. And my heart will always be grateful for each one. 

  

Blessings,

Mrs. Hannah D. ❤️🏡

Brand New Year

2 Jan

2016. 

  
Wow! I cannot believe that it is already 2016! I’ve learned that the older I get, the faster time seems to fly. 

2015 was a beautiful year in many ways. I can’t help but look back and smile at all the memories this last year held. There were trials and there were blessings. Looking back I know without a doubt that the blessings outweigh the trials. All glory to God for that! 

But on this first day of 2016, my heart is hopeful for all that God has in store. Like most people, I have goals and “resolutions” for the new year. The typical are lose weight, exercise more, and eat better; but all that aside, I have many other hopes as well. 

I hope to grow closer to God. I am a sinner saved by Grace and my life would be nowhere without the Lord. 

I hope to always chose happiness. 

I hope to love my husband and family more deeply. 

I hope to be an inspiration; not just on my blog, but in everyday life. 

I hope to enjoy and cherish each moment of life; the good of course, and even look for the good in the midst of trials. God is with us through it all.

I hope to stop worrying and having anxiety about things that are out of my control. 

And last, but not least, I hope to trust in the Lord more each day. He is a good, good Father and so worthy of our praise. 

I hope and pray that each of you have a blessed, safe, and wonderful new year! 

Glory to God!

Blessings, 

-Mrs. Hannah D. ❤️