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A Sunday Well Spent

17 Jan

I’m a little ashamed that this is the first time I’ve blogged all year. 😛 Hehe!!

This Sunday, I was so inspired by life that I knew I had to compile all my thoughts into this blog.

Almost a year ago, Sunday’s were filled with anxiety, stress, and tears. It was one of my least favorite days of the week. Nowadays, Sunday’s are quite different. A really good different.

Within the last year, my momma started an unspoken tradition of lunch at her house every Sunday after church. Previously we would just go to a restaurant in town, but being in a small town we were very limited with our choices.

It isn’t the food (though it is always delicious!) that makes Sunday lunch so special; it is time with the people I love. We all sit at the dining room table, eat, talk, laugh. It’s perfect.

Our conversations are sometimes filled with tears, sometimes laughter, but always smiles.

After lunch my nieces play and we all lay around and relax.

Sunday morning church fills my soul and Sunday lunch fills my heart (& stomach! 😋)

This time with family is something I so cherish. God is so good and I am so thankful.

Find time to cherish the little things.

Blessings,

Mrs. Hannah D. ❤️

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Weekend Adventures

26 Aug

Hello to all my dedicated blog readers!! Most of you have either heard or read about my adventures living in the country. If  you are a new visitor and have never heard (or read) about said adventures I highly suggest starting here! It’ll make ya smile…promise! 😁

So let me just tell you about my latest adventure…and for the sake of transparency…I’m going to include specific details. All I ask…no judgement! But you would never, right?! 🤓

It was a usual Saturday morning; slept in, laid in bed watching The Pioneer Woman until about 11 AM while Houston was away painting. My Saturday mornings are full of me time; and that’s just how I like it. 🙂 Anyway, my mom and I were planning to have lunch and hang out together around noon so I knew I better get up soon so I could let Creed (our precious pup!) out and still have time to get ready! Still in my silky black pajamas (with no bra on might I add…remember? no judgement!!!) and my red rubber boots. I was a sight to see…but Creed loves me and he was the only one I’d be with right?!


He’d been running around and playing for about 15 minutes when I thought, “hmm…I better go get a spoonful of peanut butter so I can put him up and get ready.” Yes I said peanut butter. He’s only a little spoiled! 😏 I headed to the door when I discovered…it was locked and inside were my house keys and cell phone.

I had my “oh crap!!!” moment and then spent the next 10 minutes pondering what in the world I was going to do. I had a few options…I could stay outside and wait on my mom to pull up, I could wait on someone I knew to drive by so I could flag them down, I could start walking down the road to my in-law’s house to get their key but risk Creed running crazy in front of a car (and risk someone seeing me!!), or I could just walk across the field to their house. I finally decided on walking across the field. I guess I should’ve prefaced this with the fact that it was like 95 degrees outside with a heat index of like 150 degrees. Ughhhh. 😩

So I start my trek across the what felt like 40 mile field…realistically it’s about 1/2 a mile…whatever. Creed is running crazy and I’m POURING sweat. I get to my in-law’s house and Creed barrels up the steps acting crazy like always and I finally make it up there. When I arrive I see my mom-in-law, and TWO of my hubby’s aunts…and his brother drove up. Of course. So here I am, soaking wet with sweat, no bra on, out of breath and asking to borrow her spare key to our house. All the while trying to keep Creed from eating her two pound puppy. It was a mess. I apologized for my appearance, got the key, and headed back across the field. But of course, Creed was still hanging out at their house while ignoring me calling for him to come. He’s a mess. My mom-in-law found a chain, hooked it on, and brought Creed to me. So now I’m being drug across the field in the 150 degree heat by a 45 pound dog. Gracious. 😓

When I finally arrive back to my house Creed plops down in his kiddie swimming pool and looks at me like “mom it sure is hot today!” …yes, yes it is… I get Creed in the pen and my mom drives up. She rolls down the window, looks at me like I’m crazy (understandably so) and asks me what happened. I break down in tears as I give details of the events of the last 30 minutes. 😭 She laughs and says, “go take a shower!” Love you mom. 😉


What a way to break up the normalcy of my Saturday morning routine. Lesson from this experience? Always have a spare key. 😊

All in all, this country life is so wonderful. Plus, it makes for the BEST stories! ❤️

Happy Weekend!!

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. ❤️🏡