Christmas in NYC.

GHere they are, the pictures from our Christmas vacation, the ones that I told myself I would post before the year ends, and even if I’m really pushing it, I’m getting it done. Clint and I were able to go up to New York City with a bunch of family for a long weekend right before Christmas and oh what a treat it was to enjoy the most wonderful time of the year in the most wonderful city in the world.

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The last time I was in NYC was five years ago when Clint was away at Basic Training. That whole Summer I took photos everywhere holding my “Wish you were here” sign for pictures that I would eventually pull together and gift to Clint. I was pretty excited to be able to recreate a picture with my man by my side this time :] 

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The one in which we get colorful.

I’m now thinking every blog needs to be titled, “The one…” ala F R I E N D S. Which now also has led me to have the inevitable, am I a Rachel or a Monica dilemma?

Anyways. This weekend I ran The Color Run with some fun people and now I’m gonna drop an abundant number of photos on you.

 

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Stone Mountain.

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//Hi people. This is my official “back to blogging” post. Lately I’ve been letting some things convince me that my little blog was no longer a good thing, but I’m refocused on why I started this thing and ready to start keeping track of the many moments in between the milestones. Speaking of stones,(yep- just did that) yesterday me, the mister, and my sister went up to Stone Mountain and took in some of this beautiful Autumn weather . I’m always so thankful for the month of October, between the crisp of the air, and the crunch of leaves, what’s not to love. Also, just in case anyone is keeping track, this hiking trip was slightly less eventful as I did not find myself stuck on a rock. \\
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20 years ago.

I turned 4.

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And I had a giant heart cake.
And a birthday party in New York with a clown named Tippy.
And after I blew those candles out we turned the fan on and my balloons popped.

So here’s to a birthday that hopefully involves no clowns or popped balloons- but definitely one giant cake.

Also, who puts 6 candles in a 4 year olds cake?

Home.

Just over a month ago I started working back in Charlotte, while Clint stayed in Raleigh to finish up some cases before transferring to Charlotte. I must admit, after I accepted my job offer I had a moment of pride. wanted to leave Raleigh. wanted to move back to Charlotte. got a job. And found a way for us to move. had a goal and made it happen. made it all fall together. I was taking the credit and dripping with pride about it. When God so clearly spoke truth into me, “I will boast in the Lord my God, I will boast in the one who’s worthy.” Who am I to boast about getting a job I almost didn’t even call back when they first contacted me? Who am I to boast about Clint being able to transfer, something I couldn’t have had any less to do with? I was so willing to trust in the plan of the Lord when I was praying out from the bottom of my heart and soul, and I was more than happy to receive His blessings, but I sure wasn’t centered enough to give credit where it was due. So, before I go on with the rest of this post I have to say, and am joyfully happy to say, Glory to God.

“All I have for your glory Jesus,
All I am for your Kingdom, your name.”

Of the top five words I would use to describe myself, sentimental would definitely be one of them, so it comes as no surprise that as I walked out of our Raleigh apartment for the last time over the weekend that I felt the nostalgia tugging at my heart-strings. We called Raleigh home for almost exactly 9 months (though Clint a while longer). Though it certainly wasn’t always with a smile on my face. I developed a love/hate relationship with the Capitol city (and not just because I loved to hate it) but because even though I never quite felt at peace there, I created some great memories there. It will forever be the place that my Mr and I began our marriage. The city we would take on as newlyweds. And while I spent about a dozen too many days crying over spilt milk (sometimes quite literally), it gave us the opportunity to be our own little family, away from what we know and who we know, to figure it out on our own. Like that time that I was convinced a dead bird fell into our fireplace, or the many times I yelled at Google Maps through my phone as if I was showing it who’s boss. I am certain that our time in Raleigh was one of great growth. Above all, if Raleigh gave us anything, it was and is, a great, profound appreciation for all the things we never knew we needed to love with all our hearts. The places we call our own. Like our church, a place I didn’t realize was so special to me until I had to find a replacement. Or our favorite restaurants that we’ve shared so many great meals at. Or the places we’ve developed loving memories at (we’ll be living across the street from where Clint asked me to be his girlfriend 7 and a 1/2 years ago 🙂 ) And the thing that is most familiar to us and the thing that is more ours than anyone else’s, our families.

So, in my natural list making ways, here is a quick list of the top two things I will miss about Raleigh,

1. Driving back to Raleigh from Charlotte. – Clint and I shared so many great car rides driving back to Raleigh on the occasional Sunday night. We always took that dreaded 3 hour drive and opened our hearts to one another. Sharing the things God lay on our hearts. I loved those moments of fellowship. I loved those drives.

2. Goodberry’s. – Yes, my list went from sentiment to frozen custard that quickly. Goodberry’s don’t exist in Charlotte (but Pinkberry does!) so I’ll be missing that delicious frozen custard that Clint of course hated (Pretty sure our tastes couldn’t’ be more different.)

With that being said, I wouldn’t truly allow my nostalgia to run its course if I didn’t pay a little tribute to the place we’ve been and the memories we made, and of course, the great direction we’re headed in, from Raleigh to Charlotte. 9 months, many trips home, countless prayers and I can finally say…

The Simpson’s are home.

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