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More Than Just Fireworks 💥

7 Jul

Oh it has been sooooooo long since I last blogged. Don’t even remember when the last time was? I think it was for my wedding anniversary…yes that’s it! That was the last time I posted!! So I guess I’m technically doing good…it’s been less than a month! Haha 😆

Anywayyy…I’ve been so inspired the last ten days. So much joy in the midst of a very busy, stressful season in life.

Let’s start with last Thursday, June 28th…I became an Aunt (again!!! 😍) to a precious, perfect little boy. 💙

Cole Daniel 💙

I’m completely in love with him just like I am his sisters. And may I add, they are just the best big sisters to him already. 💕💕💙

When I became an aunt 6 years ago I had no idea how much love my heart would hold for these babies. My heart could just burst! I can’t imagine what it will be like with my own babies someday! ❤️

Now let’s jump forward a few days to the Fourth of July. It was a day spent with family! That night Houston & I headed back home from my mom’s and I mentioned something about the annual fireworks show they do each year in our town. He asked if I wanted to watch them and I suggested driving to our land to see if we could see them from there.

We haven’t been over to our land in a really long time. Life has been so dang busy and we just never make time to go over there. We saw that the hay had been cut on our first section of land (in front of where we want to build our house someday) so we drove out on it.

As we waited on the fireworks to start we listened to music and talked about events of the day. Our latest song, “I Like Me Better” by Lauv came on and it was perfect. We discovered that song on the radio on our anniversary getaway back in June. The lyrics couldn’t be more true…

“To not know who I am but still know that I’m good long as you’re here with me…

I like me better when I’m with you

I knew from the first time, I’d stay for a long time ’cause

I like me better when

I like me better when I’m with you”

The fireworks started and my heart began to swell as I realized we had a perfect view!!

We watched for a while and began to talk about the future. When our house is built we will be able to invite all our family over for the Fourth of July. The girls and Cole can run in the yard and play with Creed, maybe we’ll have a baby by then and we can all sit on the porch and talk as we watch the fireworks. I was almost in tears thinking about how wonderful that will be. My heart is so happy. ❤️

More often than not the dream of building a house has seemed more and more distant. Between life and finances, it just seems hard to fathom. God has realllllyyyy been dealing with my heart on this. It seems that each week at church the sermon is meant just for me. Whether it’s about believing in the dreams that God has given you or speaking life over your situation…it’s stepped all over my toes.

I cannot wait to build our dream house. 🏡 It will be OUR house on OUR land. It will be perfect and it will be a huge blessing. God is working behind the scenes and He is going to make a way. I just need to sit back and TRUST in Him.

And don’t worry…when we begin this house-building journey, I’ll take you all along for the ride! 🤗

What are your God-given dreams?

Never give up on them!


Mrs. Hannah D. 💜


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7 Jun

I am the worst. I haven’t posted on here since April 23rd. If any of you read this, you’re probably not surprised. But as I usually say, life has been so busy and I truly haven’t had time to blog as much as I’d like.

Things have been very, very stressful this last month or so. Work has been busy, Grad School has just started back up for the summer, and we’ve been stretched so thin lately. I constantly feel like I’m running in 100 different directions but not really “getting” anywhere. Know what I mean? And then, about two weeks ago, my car messed up. I’ve had my car for a little over 9 years…yes NINE, and it has been such a good car. But you know that saying “when it rains, it pours!”? Well, yeah, that’s accurate. We were able to get it fixed (thank God), but not without a HEFTY price to pay. Anyone in need of a kidney? Ha. 🙃😬

But I am not writing this post to talk about my stresses. Life is stressful enough for everyone else in this world, the last thing you want to read about it MY stress. This post is in honor of my FOUR year Wedding Anniversary. ❤️

One thousand four hundred sixty one days as husband and wife. To be quite honest, I’m surprised he’s put up with me this long! 😂 He is such a good man. I say that all the time, but it couldn’t be more true.

We have been together for just over 8 years. Over that time, we have celebrated and mourned, learned, grew, struggled, laughed, smiled, watched endless hours of TV, and so much more…TOGETHER. My husband has been with me through the most devastatingly heartbreaking times and the most wonderful, joyous times.

It has never once been him or me, it has always been US. When he’s not with me I don’t feel like myself. He is truly my much better half. He is the encourager when I feel discouraged, he is the one that pushes me to be more like Jesus, he believes in me, he supports me, and so much more. I’m his biggest fan.

When God made him, I know that He was making him just for me. Our love and our relationship has been God ordained from the beginning. I pray that He is glorified in us and through us all the days of our life and that when people look at our marriage, they see Jesus’ love shining through.

I can’t wait to build a house with you someday.

I can’t wait to continue spoiling our nieces and nephew with you.

I can’t wait to have babies with you someday.

I can’t wait to see you smiling at me as I graduate with my Master’s.

I can’t wait to travel the world with you.

I can’t wait to continue loving and celebrating this beautiful life with you. Forever and ever and ever.

Thank you for being you.

Let’s grab some ice cream and run away together.

I love you eternally.


MRS. Hannah D. 🖤

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.


Mrs. Hannah D. ❤️

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!!


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. 



Mrs. Hannah D. ❤️🏡