Sunday, November 15, 2009

I'm Thankful

For life's little miracles...

Sunday, November 8, 2009

A little further along

Daddy felt his baby boy kick this weekend :)

Sunday, November 1, 2009

Halloween Fun

Here's a picture of the baby and I on Halloween :) Will and I went to my family's church for a Fall Festival and we had a great time!

Thursday, October 22, 2009

Monday, October 19, 2009

It's Time for Halloween!

Here's our decorations for fall and halloween this year! :)

Monday, October 12, 2009

Nusery Progress...

Well Uncle Tim and Aunt Shannon surprised us with our beding and matching pieces for our baby boy's nursery... We were soooooo excited we went out and bought the paint the very next day! This is the progress so far :)

Thursday, October 1, 2009

Thursday, September 3, 2009


Sometimes we go through heartaches in life that force us to sit down and see who we really are and who really matters. Without warning we are given blows that make us stand up and face our reflection fearing that we may see the truth as a bad thing. What image do others see in us? And the others that see, who are they? What people see in us sometimes is reflected by what they can't see inside of themselves. Wrongs can be done in doing right depending on who you ask. I've faced my reflection today. It smiled back at me. Not because I am anybody. Not because I am anything to boast of, but because the people who surround me saw me. Without asking for any, I have been given comfort. I know that what I did was in kindness. I am sorry that others cannot see me for who I am. It pains me to feel that I am seen so coldly. But I rest by a husband who tells me I was not wrong, I read assuring words of those who know me well, and I live around family that knows both my reflection and my offender's. And I am at peace. Today I faced my reflection, and it granted me a smile.

Wednesday, August 19, 2009

Exciting News!

It's finally here! I've been waiting to post on blogger for a few weeks while baby Holland had time to grow and make way into the 2nd trimester. We are 12 weeks today! Baby is due in March and we have about 8 weeks until we find out the sex of baby Holland. Mommy and Daddy are very excited and have begun planning out the nursery and making small purchases for our little bundle. We'll keep you posted on this exciting time in our lives...

Thursday, August 13, 2009

Riley's Birthday

Okay so I know I'm wayyyyyy behind on posting but these are pictures from Riley's birthday. He enjoyed his present!

Monday, May 18, 2009

Anniversary Update:

Our one year anniversary was so exciting! Will bought me a beautiful set of amethyst and diamond earrings with a matching necklace (I'll post a picture of me wearing them!). After church we went over to Penny and Billy's for a fish fry, and some rest. Then I went home and got all dressed up, picked Will up, and we went out to a nice restaurant called "Village Tavern." The food was delicious! We went home and cuddled on the couch with a movie until we could make a little room for dessert. Then we cut our Wedding Cake again. It was very tasty with our sparkling grape juice in frosted frozen glasses! :) We had a lot of fun and I am very thankful for our one year together and look forward for many more to come! I'll post a pic of us together when I get it from Penny! :)

Wednesday, May 13, 2009

-One Year-

A loving relationship is one in which the loved one is free to be himself - to laugh with me, but never at me; to cry with me, but never because of me; to love life, to love himself, to love being loved. Such a relationship is based upon freedom and can never grow in a jealous heart. -- Leo F. Buscaglia

This Sunday will mark the one year anniversay of our marriage. I can't find where the time disappeared to. I only know that I can both learn and grow from the pinch of advice that Buscaglia gave above. The happiest year of my life has been spent with the only man that I could ever adore. I hope that I have given him at least a day in this past year that made him feel nothing but love.

Thursday, April 30, 2009

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Reading: A Follow Up

Well reading is certainly in my future. I can't stop. It's an additction. So much so that I'm feeling the urge to study about author's and novels and thier histories. What could be greater in the world? I can get lost for hours on end inside of a good read. Breakfast at Tiffany's. That's what's next on my list. It's in the mail making its way from post office to post office so that I can flip my fingers through the story within. Summer school starts in twenty days and I'll be in heaven with two english classes. I can hardly wait!

Thursday, April 16, 2009

Thursday, March 19, 2009

My Love will never change, but everything just can't stay the same.

Monday, February 16, 2009

Love: The Next Chapter

“You are Cordially Invited,” I read over the invitations one more time. That was almost nine months ago now. May 17th, 2008 was a day that I will never forget. I woke up to prepare myself for the day ahead. I showered with borrowed shampoo, made up the guest bed, and I took a deep breath remembering both, the happy and the sad tears that had preceded my peaceful sleep the night before. Days like these make it difficult to pinpoint a person’s exact emotions.
My mom and sister, Amy, were already at the salon awaiting my arrival. I walked downstairs to find my dad in the kitchen looking a little uneasy. We both said a few things that didn’t seem important, a chat about weather, something about the day’s paper, just small talk. After finding a bite to eat, my dad muttered, “I was just thinking, well, I think a lot you know, and I thought, that’s the last time you’ll take a shower and get ready here.”
A few tears trickled down his clean shaven face and I light-heartedly reassured him that I’d come home and get ready again anytime. After all what does a girl say to the father-of-the-bride on her wedding day?

When dad and I pulled up to the salon mom and Amy were standing inside, hair curled, make-up perfected. It took two hours to turn me into the magazine bride I had planned to be.
With my veil in place, I was half bride, half girl, in my jeans and t-shirt as we headed for the church. The wait was almost over and my emotions would be glad. The ride was a long one as I thought of how different this new life would be. To be away from my family and the place I called home for so many years was dismaying. Then I envisioned Will. His tall, sturdy, stature filled my mind. I could see his dirty-blonde hair, his glistening blue eyes, and those perfect moist lips. I dressed him in the tuxedo we had chosen and mentally pinned on his boutonniere. It was in that moment that a sense of calm came over me and I knew that he filled every void I could ever have and would be my happiness when times were sad.
Half of the day had already hurried by and at 12:00pm we were turning past the church sign that read, “Congratulations Will & Ashley!” After making a call to be sure I would remain unseen, my family rushed me inside each carrying a piece of me, a corset, shoes, bags of necessities, and all of the many layers of silk, lace, and bows that a bride could need.
Inside, my four bridesmaids were giggling, curling hair, and giving each other last minute make-up touch ups. All of them had gently slipped into their creamy light-yellow dresses and tied their white satin sashes into perfect bows that rested just below the waistline on their hips. The girls assisted by holding my seven foot train while my sister morphed into my maid-of-honor and helped me into my gown. The little flower girl, miniature bride, and junior bridesmaid gasped. My junior bridesmaid whispered, “Now she’s a princess.”

In those next few minutes things got a little out of control. Pictures were being taken from all angles, people were talking and laughing, and it became chaotic. I was feeling overwhelmed. It couldn’t have come at a better moment, in that instant, my wedding planner cleared the room to give me a minute alone with my parents. I hoisted all thirteen feet of material that weighed on my shoulders onto the bed and sat in the pile of silk, pearls, and lacey fluff. I was given hugs and grins, and I caught a glimpse of tears from both mom and dad. A face peaked in and indicated, “It’s time,” and a crowd of people gathered around me, even the photographers, to help me balance my A-line gown on five and a half inch heels up two flights of stairs.
When we reached the top we stopped just outside of the sanctuary’s double doors. My wedding party stood in line in the order in which they would walk. One by one our closest friends disappeared through the tall wooden pathway that lead to where my future husband waited. I could hear the musicians finishing the last song and for a second everything was quiet and I felt my heart stop.
Daddy smiled and I took his arm. “You ready?” I asked. He nodded and like a fairytale the doors swung open. The aisle runner rolled out and touched my toes and at the first chime of “The Bridal March” the congregation rose to their feet. With every step there was an exhilarating sensation. I looked down and noticed our hand painted aisle runner with our names in yellow surrounded by flowers meticulously brushed in red. Fresh yellow and white rose petals had been sprinkled heavily down each side of the runner leading the way to where my handsome groom stood. To my left and right were our wonderful guests and in front of me stood the special people
Will and I had chosen to take part in our magical day. They were backed by columns strewn with white silk and flowers. Following close behind me, holding tight to my train were three very important little train bearers.
As my walk came to an end I could see Will’s face. He was everything I had hoped for, everything I had imagined on my journey to the church earlier that had stilled my emotions. He looked nervous yet calm, but there was no question of how good looking he was. The moment his eyes met mine I saw them fill with tears. All day I had searched for words to describe how I felt, to explain to myself what it was that I thought, and with one breath-taking glance he said it, love. The letters are few, the definition is long, and the description is near impossible. He had given it so freely and with such ease that I knew then my greatest gift in life was to be his wife. It was then that every other emotion faded and all I could feel was love.

Wednesday, January 28, 2009

Emily Dickinson

I wonder what it was like to be Emily Dickinson, comprising 597 poems of the Belle of Amherst, whose life of the imagination formed the transcendental bridge to modern American poetry. Thanks dear. You are a hero to we who write. :)

Tuesday, January 6, 2009

Happy Birthday to Me! :D