Fashion Friday.

Thanks for letting me skip Wish List Wednesday this week y’all. I promise next weeks will be extra wonderful. Here’s a fixin’ of Fashion Friday for ya. Yes, yes, I failed miserably at not resorting back to the white t-shirts.

Does anyone else feel like they are a living GAP ad any time they put on a denim jacket? Maybe that’s just me and my wishful thinking.

What is on everyone’s agenda for the weekend?


I have a crush.


On my fiancé.

Today marks exactly four months til the day I get to marry this man. I couldn’t be more excited or honored to become his wife and o boy do I love him. But let me tell you, I’ve got a crush on my future husband like you wouldn’t believe.

Here he is standing where we’ll say our I Do’s :]

I adore getting to know him better, all his ins and outs, his ups and downs. I can’t get enough of him, we could spend the rest of our forever talking and I’d still hang on his every word.

I simply adore hearing and seeing and living along side his passion for God. My confidence in his ability to lead our little family spiritually is unparalleled.

This guy is fun. Like fun, fun. He doesn’t always laugh at my jokes and he never sings in the car with me, but I’d still pick him to be my adventure mate any day of the week.

He’s selfless and generous and the biggest supporter of this lady. He’s my memories, my present and my future. And because I think it’s just as important to like someone as it is to love them, and because at 16 he was the guy who gave me butterflies the first time we talked, and nearly six and a half years later still does,

I have a crush on my fiancé. 

Awkward and Awesome.

I’m a bad weekend blogger. I apologize. I’ll work on it, or at least I have the intention to. For now, awkward and awesome time.

-Weak ankles, the physical therapists terms, not mine. My classroom is upstairs at work which basically results in my ankles giving out daily getting there. The kids thoroughly enjoy it. My railing grabbing skills are something worth bragging about.
-Being so tired in the shower I can’t remember if I washed my hair or not- I may have washed it twice, rinse and repeat, right?
-Mean mean lady at Petsmart. Maybe if we need someone to accompany us back to the kitty cages you should have an associate standing by rather than totally ruining my mood by your rudeness. You are a total cat lady, and not in a good way. 

-Apparently if you go to Starbucks right before they close they give you free things. Giant cup of passion fruit tea mix at no cost, win one for the consumers.
-I’ve been playing basketball at night with Kim. Childhood flashbacks galore. I’m just as bad as I was back then, I just look slightly more awkward now that I’m like two feet taller.
-The most awesome of days visiting the wedding venue with my main man. This was the first time I went and it wasn’t raining, I had grand visions of a sunshine filled wedding day.
-A tootsie pop with an Indian shooting the bow and arrow on the wrapper. I’m not sure I remember the importance of it, but I know its awesome.

What’s been awkward & awesome in your lives lately?

Fashion Friday.

“Fashion is in the sky, in the street, fashion has to do with ideas, the way that we live, what is happening.”

-Coco Chanel

Ok, I’m actually writing this on Thursday and publishing it tomorrow because I have myself some big old plans in the morning. Clint and I are going food and cake tasting at our venue. I am so excited. An afternoon of tasting delicious foods with a delightful companion, it is going to be perfection.

What fabulous outfits did you all wear this week?

I am so rich.

And that is something I hope I never forget.

I am currently, and have been for quite some time now, reading Crazy Love by Francis Chan, and the reason I say it’s taken me a while to read is because I get so engrossed in this book I just read the same chapters over and over again. Today was my third time reading the section Poor Rich People. Here is just a tidbit of what it says…

“If one hundred people represented the world’s population, fifty-three of those would live on less than $2 a day. Do you realize that if you make $4000 a month, you automatically make one hundred times more than the average person on this planet? Simply by purchasing this book, you spend what a majority of people in the world will make in a week’s time.

Which is more messed up- that we have so much compared to everyone else, or that we don’t think we’re rich? That on any given day we might flippantly call ourselves “broke” or “poor”? We are neither of those things. We are rich. Filthy rich.”

Right now I’m living in a very peculiar time in my life. I can count my fixed costs on one hand and I am able to save 90% of my paycheck. Granted I am only able to have the job I have (and a very small income) because of the situation I currently find myself in, no rent check to write, no expensive trips to the grocery store, no car payment. I have it incredibly easy right now. However, all of that will be changing real soon. I’ve been cautioned by many the stress that finances casts onto a marriage. Add in that we’re both young, have about a half a year of savings to our names, and are truly just now getting out on our own, we’ve got our work cut out for us. While I know a great change is in store for me, no more $5 coffees for this girl, I hope I never forget one thing, I am so filthy rich. I know that a lot of people hear things like the quote above and say, you can’t buy anything for $2 in America, and I agree. $2 goes a lot further in lesser developed countries, no doubt about it. But with that small amount someone buys just what they need to get by, and their gratitude for that is far exceeding the gratitude I show for the $20 meal I just picked up because it was convenient. I certainly am not challenging myself or you all to try to live a life on $2 a week, but I am hoping that I never forget that God provides for me exactly the amount I need, not want. He wants us to appreciate every dollar we spend, ever meal that nourishes us, and every night that we can fall asleep knowing so confidently that we’ll see morning on the other side of our dreams. As I move into a stage where my purse strings will get pulled tighter than ever before I hope that I remember just how rich I am. Things will certainly be tough at times but there is no other man I’d rather go through richer and poorer with, and no greater God to carry us through it all.

Never forget just how rich you truly are.