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If I’m Being Real…

15 Nov

I’m a terrible blogger. Seriously the worst. I haven’t blogged in well over a month.

Want to know why??

Because I haven’t felt like it.

There, I said it. Ever since I broke my foot on October 9th, I have been in the worst funk. I’ve been discouraged, frustrated, exhausted, etc. And frankly, I haven’t felt like encouraging anyone. Let’s not forget to mention having a really bad cold and falling TWICE since the incident. Can’t win for losing.

I’ve also been very stressed. Work has been busy, grad school has been, well, not high on the motivation list, and adult-ing has been stressful. I’m just tired and I think I need a break. Maybe a vacation. To a Caribbean island. Any volunteers to pay for said vacation? *crickets* …yeah I didn’t think so. I won’t even go into financial stresses…not the time or place.

And let’s not even talking about my eating habits. You know what you really don’t feel like doing when you have a broken foot? Cooking. Yep.

Okay, okay, I’m done now. I know you didn’t come here to “listen” to me complain about life and being an adult.

Guys let me be real with you. It’s okay to not always be encouraging. It’s okay to have seasons of life where YOU are the one that needs encouragement. Sometimes you just have to depend on the ones you love to be there for you.  And there are times when you are NOT going to be the strong one. I hope in times like these you have a loving spouse to be strong for you or that you have a family that loves and supports you in EVERY season.

I’m SO insanely thankful that I do.

Even if you’re not married or maybe your family doesn’t live close by, you know who you DO have? Jesus. He is always strong. He is always good. He always cares.

It’s an interesting thing, faith that is. I know with all of my being that God is good. That He has the best plans for my life and for my marriage and family. I know that He won’t let me go. But sometimes…I doubt. More often than not, worry clouds my mind and peace seems so distant. Ever feel that way too? Good, I’m glad I’m not alone in this.

Maybe you want peace, but there’s war in your head? (yes those are Switchfoot lyrics..credit where is due!) Sometimes the pain and stress is what opens the door to the promise ahead. The promise God gives us in His unchanging Word…

“And we know that in all things God works for the good of those who love him, who have been called according to his purpose.” -Romans 8:28

“For I know the plans I have for you,” declares the Lord, “plans to prosper you and not to harm you, plans to give you hope and a future. Then you will call on me and come and pray to me, and I will listen to you.” -Jeremiah 29:11-12

Blessings,

Mrs. Hannah D. 🖤

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This is Us

21 Oct

Have you ever watched the NBC television show This is Us? If not, you are seriously missing out. It has easily become one of our most favorite TV shows!

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There are so many wonderful things about this show. We’re midway in to season 2 and it has been nothing but good, wholesome, real life episodes. I have so much love for this show (clearly) that it has inspired me to write a blog about it.

Let’s start with Jack and Rebecca. The original parents. Mom and Dad to the big three. Crazy in love, but completely real in the way they work through hard, realistic issues. Jack is a good man. He is a hard worker, and he pushes Rebecca to take risks and work towards her dreams. He loves her unconditionally. He reminds me of my husband in those aspects. Rebecca says often that “he’s not perfect, but he’s as close as they come.” That’s Houston. He’s not perfect, but goodness he’s close.

Engagement picture from 2013; and I thought I loved him then. ❤️


He is crazy about their kids and he’s a good dad. That trait reminds me so much of my dad. He was crazy about my brother and me. He worked tirelessly until he absolutely couldn’t. Like Jack’s character, he wasn’t perfect. He had his vices. But even though the vices caused some hardships, they didn’t split our family apart. If anything, my brother and I learned from them, and my mom and dad stuck together despite it all.

My momma & daddy! ❤️


Kate. She’s one of the twins and one of the big three. Goodness I see so much of myself in her character. She has struggled all her life with her weight. She was always different in school from the other girls because she didn’t fit the cookie-cutter mold that most everyone else did. Her character had gotten to a point in life where she had pretty much stopped looking for a special someone. Then she met Toby. He loves her despite her flaws and issues. He sees her for who she truly is, not just what everyone else thinks. Every woman deserves to find a man who loves her for who she is and encourages her to be the best possible version of herself. I’m so glad I found mine.

But truly, what has hit me the hardest lately is the fact that Jack, their dad, has passed away. The show goes to flashbacks from when the characters were younger and the memories they have of their father. We as viewers don’t know yet how he died, but we do know that it happened while the big three were young. Most likely in their teenage years. You see the impacts the death has had on them even as adults in their late 30s. Revealing that the death of a parent is not something that you ever “get over.”

I so often think back to when I was younger and the memories I have with my Daddy. Whether it was him picking me up from school every Friday afternoon or him telling me “bye britches, I love you!” each morning when he left for work. I remember his favorite cologne and the little things he used to do that would drive me nuts. Things that I now find myself wishing for again. Though he’s only been gone 6 years (in December), it feels like it’s been a lifetime. I see so much in my own self and in my family’s life that has changed and I can’t help but wonder what life would be like if he were still here.

Always a Daddy’s girl; miss him tremendously. 💔


The final thing this show has revealed to me, that I actually already knew, is the impact parents have on the life of their children. You see the impact of Jack and Rebecca in the lives of Kate, Kevin, and Randall (the big three). And goodness has it made me realize the impact that my parents have always had on my life. I wouldn’t be who I am or where I am today if it wasn’t for the incredible, positive, Godly impact my parents have made in my life. I am eternally grateful. The show also touches on the negative impacts parents can have on their children. Specifically Jack’s character and the fact that his father was an alcoholic. Parents have such important roles of influence, even if they don’t realize it.


Anyway, I think I’ve rambled on enough. Go watch this show though. You will need a few tissues, but man its good.

Blessings,

Mrs. Hannah D. 🖤

Humbled 

13 Oct

Humbled…that is truly what I’ve been feeling since the beginning of this week. 

Lately life has felt like a constant state of GO. Houston and I have been going 90 to nothin’. I’ve been saying for a while that I just need a weekend away together; to rest, reflect, and recharge. Well I actually got what I asked for…just in a much different way. 

Monday afternoon at work I was walking down the stairs from the restroom. My office is in the basement of our building and rather than take the elevator, I decided I would just take this stairs. I approached the final step of the first flight (there are four total) and I stepped down with my left foot. As my foot hit the ground it turned completely to one side and I heard the most distinct cracking sound. I was literally stopped in my tracks.

I tried to step further and realized I couldn’t move my left foot at all. The pain shot through me and I slumped to the floor and leaned against the banister. This was not good. 

As one would expect I began to cry. This was a pain I had never felt before. I sat there a few moments until someone passed by the staircase above me and asked if I was okay. I said in a flustered voice, “I think I twisted my ankle.” Help came and so did more tears. I’m not sure if it was because of the pain, the embarrassment I felt, or a combination of both. Let’s go with the latter. 

I called Houston and in a panicked voice told him I thought I broke my foot and needed to go to the emergency room. By that time several of my fellow employees had raced to my side and offered help in any way possible. I mostly just remember apologizing for getting hurt. They waited with me until Houston came; then he and the Chancellor of our college (where I work) carried me down the second flight of stairs to a wheelchair. 

They helped me to the car and I promised to let them know how I was as we shut the door. We drove away and that was when I completely broke down. By this point my foot was throbbing, turned wrong, swollen, and I couldn’t move it at all. I was panicking as I thought the absolute worse. 


Unfortunately the hospital didn’t do much other than x-ray it and let me know I had broken a bone close to my baby toe. I was told to go see an orthopedic doctor the next day. 

My mom took me to the nearest Orthopedist on Tuesday (the incident happened on Monday); they put a boot on me and told me I would have to wear it for six weeks. It was broken and had a bad sprain. No surgery was needed, thank God.



Now let me tell you the most humbling part of all this. This was the first time in my 26 years of life that I’ve ever broken anything. I’m a pretty big baby and have a very low pain tolerance too. I knew I wasn’t going to be the best patient. Houston & I had to come stay at my moms house because we have at least 4 stairs going in to both the front and back of our house. We both knew I’d never climb them in the state I was in. My mom volunteered to take care of me so that Houston wouldn’t have to miss work. 

Oh Houston, let me just say, he has exemplified what “for better or worse” means in wedding vows. He has carried me, held me, waited on me, and encouraged me every second he could. I literally could do NOTHING without his help this week. 

My mom has been with me every second of each day since I got hurt. She’s waited on me, helped me, and encouraged me. She has opened her home to us and I could never thank her enough. Never, ever. And she’s even so graciously told me to get a grip and quit whining! She’s the best. 

The last few days I’ve really gotten to reflect; to sit down, rest, and realize that no matter how old I am, I will always need help. I will always need the people I love to be there for me, whether I’m injured or well. 

I am humbled by this oh so minor injury, because I think of people who live their lives with so much worse. People who live and sometimes overcome medical diagnoses that no one should ever have to deal with. 

Thankful and humbled don’t even begin to describe my feelings about this week so far. Don’t get me wrong, I’m counting down the days until November 20th (when I get the boot off!). I am also learning to sit back and not be in such a hurry. This life flies by, don’t let it take an injury for you to slow down and enjoy it. 

God is so, so good.

I am so, so blessed.

-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!!

Blessings,

Mrs. Hannah D.

 

I’ll Go Anywhere With You

5 Aug

Vacation is something I look forward to every single summer. That one week away from the day to day routine is good for the soul! It helps you to rest and refocus so you come back to normal life with a renewed outlook!

My favorite place to vacation is the white sand beach of Destin, FL. It has and will always be my happy place.

This year we decided to save some money and go on a week long road trip! We are trying to build a house ya know! 😏
Our journey started in Fayetteville. I’ve never been before so we travelled about 4 hours north to see the home of the Razorbacks! We visited a couple of popular stores I’d always wanted to go to and then settled in for the night.

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Our first stop; Fayetteville…home of the Razorbacks!!

Don’t let the face fool you, he was excited!!

 

 

 

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Our next stop was Eureka Springs to see the gorgeous Thorncrown Chapel and the Christ of the Ozarks statue. Eureka Springs is such a different and very eclectic city. The homes and businesses have the look of those you’d imagine to be in a storybook. Such a unique place. The Chapel was one of the most beautiful churches I’ve ever seen. My cousin, E. Fay Jones, was the architects on this beautiful building. Pretty cool right?! And the Christ statue was massive and beautiful. It overlooked the Ozark mountains!

 

 

 

 

Having lunch downtown in Eureka Springs!

Such a cute restaurant with yummy food!

 

 

Branson, MO was our third stop on our trip! We stayed one night, and while we were there we saw Moses at the Sight & Sound Theater and had some awesome seafood at Landry’s! Moses was such a fantastic show. It was a depiction of the life and purpose of Moses and how he, with God’s guidance and strength, helped to free the Hebrew slaves from Pharoah’s ruling. So awesome!!

 

 

 

 

 

 

 

Our fourth stop was the small town of Pawhuska, OK. You may be wondering, “what in the world would take you to that part of Oklahoma?!” Well, anyone that knows me knows my LOVE for all things Pioneer Woman. 😍 Whether it be her dishes, cookbooks, recipes, or TV show, the Pioneer Woman is basically my spirit animal!!! 🤗 My incredible husband agreed to take me to her new Mercantile that opened in October 2016. It was EVERYTHING I imagined it to be and so much more. There were thousands of items in the store, an incredible deli with amazing food (such as the best biscuit I’ve ever eaten, which I know will be in Heaven someday!), and a bakery with more homemade baked goods than I can count!!! We even stumbled upon the entrance to their Ranch!!!! Ahhh!!! 😍😍😍

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Our fourth stop!!!!

 

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AHHHH!!!!!!

 

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The store was HUGE!!

 

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And the best husband EVER award goes to…..

 

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Trying to contain my excitement!!!!

 

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Take a wile guess who was most excited about our 7 AM breakfast at the Mercantile!!!

 

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Our fifth and final stop was the DFW area to spend a few days with friends!! We arrived late that Thursday evening. That Friday Houston & his buddy went fishing while my friend Tiffany and I hung out! It was so good to catch up! Then that night we went to the Texas Rangers game to watch them win against the Baltimore Oriole’s!! So fun!!! Saturday Tiffany & I did some shopping (hello new Kate Spade purse! 😍) then we had church that night and some super delish Italian food! We had the best time hanging out and catching up with friends!

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Last but not least, visiting friends in the DFW area!! My sweet friend Tiffany & me!

 

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great seats

Heck of a view!!! (The field is nice too! Ha)

 

rangers win

Woohoo!!!

 

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fireworks

awesome friends

So, so, so thankful for their friendship & hospitality!!

 

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Shopping!

 

We got home on Sunday and we’re welcomed by our sweet pup that we missed terribly!!! 😍😍😍 It was a wonderful vacation, but truly there is no place like home!

On this trip we were able to save money, see new places, laugh and make lots of memories! We drove just over 1,500 total miles in just 6 days! I am so thankful I get to travel the world with my best friend/husband. ❤️

“I could travel the world and the ocean blue, but I’ll never be home until I’m with you.”

Blessings,

Mrs. Hannah D. ☺️

A Life Well Lived

9 Jun

Our lives are like a crashing wave, here one moment and gone the next.

When going through the day-to-day of life it may seem as though time drags on. But when you look back, you realize how quickly this life goes by.

My family’s world was shaken recently by the passing of my sweet grandfather. He was 88 years old and boy did he live each one of those years. Losing a loved one is the hardest thing a person could go through. Death has removed that person from your day-to-day, week-to-week life and there is no getting them back physically.

On May 6th, my grandfather was dancing and singing to Frank Sinatra (his favorite) at my beautiful cousin’s wedding. We danced as an extended family; we laughed, sang, and made memories we soon realized would be our last happy ones with my grandpa. He was full of life. Always telling a story, always making people laugh, and always making each person feel important.

The following Monday evening, my grandpa fell and broke his hip. Naturally, we were worried, but never imagined the outcome would be so terrible. He was scheduled to have surgery that Wednesday. Surgery went fine, but that afternoon he was having a difficult time coming out of his anesthesia.

On that Thursday morning, there was no improvement. That afternoon, we found out the terrible news that he had suffered a massive stroke and had lost all use/feeling of his right side. We had almost lost all hope that he would get better. The doctors certainly didn’t give us any reassurance.

Minutes turned to hours and hours turned to days. He made no improvement and he never woke up from the deep “sleep” he was in. The decision was made to place him on Hospice.

My eyes are filled with tears as I type that word. Hospice. I’ve had such a bad experience with it before when losing my Daddy. Speaking of that, through all of this so many terrible memories have resurfaced as I watched my once full of life grandpa slowly slip away from us. The noises of the hospital, the smells, the tears; it all brings back such painful memories of the 50 days my Daddy was hospitalized.

And then, on May 14th, my grandpa went to be with Jesus. Our hearts are shattered. Just a week before he was dancing and laughing. I truly believe that the shock of it all has made the situation that much harder.

Through all of this, the words from Even If by MercyMe have been on my heart and in my mind:

“But God, when You choose to leave mountains unmovable, oh give me the strength to be able to sing “it is well with my soul

I know You’re able and I know You can, save through the fire with Your mighty hand, but even if You don’t, my hope is You alone…”

I was honored with the privilege of writing the eulogy and creating the slideshow for my Grandpa’s funeral. As I began writing, learning, and reflecting on his life, I realized something I already knew; my Grandpa lived such a full life! While I still feel 88 years wasn’t long enough, I realized that he truly lived each one of those 88 years. He has traveled the world, owned and managed his own business, and so much more.

I can’t wait to give my Daddy and him the biggest hug when I get to Heaven someday.

Hug your loved ones a little tighter. 

Blessings,

Mrs. Hannah D. 💔

Three. Beautiful. Years.

6 Jun

You know what is amazing? Love. Love is amazing and crazy wonderful. And you know what else is amazing and crazy wonderful? Marriage. But being married and in love is the best there is.


Three years of marriage has flown by. When my husband and I first met, I never imagined he was the one for me. You see we are pretty different, which I’ve talked about on here before. But these three years have been better than I could have imagined…being married has been more than a dream come true.


A lot has happened since our last anniversary. We’ve had vacations and weekend getaways, purchased land for our future home, climbed a mountain, eaten endless amounts of pizza, watched hours of our favorite TV shows, laughed, made memories, cried, celebrated victories and leaned on each other during the hardest times.

I’ve learned more about myself than ever before. I have felt such a constant love and support from the best husband. In these 1,096 days, I’ve become more myself than ever before and each day I’m realizing more and more how incredibly blessed I am.

You see my husband is THE definition of a good man. He is kind and compassionate, he shows me such a Christ-like love, he is respectful, patient, funny, intelligent, and gentle. He loves me exactly as I am and never tries to change me. He is supportive and encouraging. He’s my shoulder to cry on. He is exactly what I never knew I always wanted and everything I could ever need in a husband. He is my answered prayer.


He is also sooooooooo handsome and the BEST dog dad ever.


I have loved each moment spent with you and I can’t wait to spend every single day for the rest of my life learning, growing, and loving with YOU.

“He’s more myself than I am. Whatever souls are made of, his and mine are the same.” –Emily Bronte

Blessings,

Mrs. Hannah D. ❤️