Where This Blog Began
Welcome to my blog! I started this blog in January of 2010, after the second move within 6 months, to provide a window into our lives for our family and friends who are scattered across the globe. "Lost But Holding Hands" comes from the song "Little Moments" by Brad Paisley, and describes the adventure that is our relationship and our life together.
"I know she's not perfect but she tries so hard for me
And I thank God that she isn't 'cause how boring would that be
It's the little imperfections it's the sudden change in plans
When she misreads the directions and we're lost but holdin' hands
Yeah I live for little moments like that"
We don't always know what the next step in life will be, but we know we'll be together, and it's the little moments that shape who we are.
The Hubs and I met our first week of college at the University of Georgia in Athens, quickly became good friends, and were dating by the end of our freshman year. We got married the summer after we graduated in July 2008. We have moved every year since we've been married, so we'll just call Georgia our home. We enjoy many things including striving to serve God, hanging out with our friends and family, ballroom dancing, and camping, to name a few. We don't know what's next for us, but we will be holding hands.
I'm the author of this blog, and the one behind the cute one who is splashing. I just realized how incredibly difficult it is to write about one's self.
I'm a woman, wife, mother, and convert to the Catholic faith. I've won two essay contests in my life, the second one landed me a free trip to Paris. I was in American TV news, newspapers, and magazines, and French TV news and newspapers. And all before I got my driver's license. I'm working very hard to become famous for something so that I can be on Dancing with the Stars one day. I'm really good at spelling, but terrible, at grammar and punctuation? (See what I did there. And there?) And I use "so" as a transition way too often. If I ever had to choose between a personal chef and a maid, I would choose a chef, hands down. Grocery shopping gives me hypertension. I've been told that I ask random questions, and that I screw up idioms all the time. I said "running around with my head cut off" for a long time before being corrected that it was "running around like a chicken with it's head cut off". That's probably enough about me to satisfy you.
Yeah, I know the kid is cute; I'll get to him in a second. I'm talking about the bearded one. He is the (currently rather furry) head of our household. He does something in marketing...something with clients...something about strategy....oh I'm not sure, just go ask him. He has a love for the old and the traditional (he wet shaves the old fashioned way...when he shaves). If I ever refer to the "stupid look", it is the look that he gives me when I say something ridiculous... I work hard for this look. Here is an example.
He takes the in-focus, beautifully lit and composed pictures that show up on the blog (the blurry ones are mine). He knows a lot about anything outdoorsy. He can carry a conversation on just about any topic (I tested this one time by picking a word I didn't know in the index of a book and he told me all about it). Gary Allen once sang "Happy Birthday" to him. When I asked him how long he was going to grow his beard this time, his reply was "'til I can throw it over my shoulder like a continental soldier".
Our Little Man
Matthan (a.k.a Little Man, a.k.a. Sprout, a.k.a. Pooter, a.k.a. whatever nickname mommy or daddy calls him that day) is the smiley-est kid on earth. You can learn about his name and it's pronunciation here. Posts about him have the "Matthan" tag.
If I asked him to describe himself he would likely say "puppy!!". He loves books and spaghetti. He loves to carry small pieces of paper around with him. He thinks I'm funny, that's why I keep him around.
Where This Blog Is Going
This blog was started to keep our families updated, but over the last year it has become so much more than that to me. God has taught me so much about myself as the woman, wife, and mother that I am and the women, wife, and mother that I want to be and that He wants me to be. This blog has become my outlet on this journey. I pray that you are blessed when you read it.
And yes, I do still misread directions. You can read about how I misread the directions and we were an hour late but still on time here.