Seven Years of Love

Happy 22nd, everyone! I have mentioned the significance of this date many times prior to this post, but if you are just tuning in to my blog, today represents the very first day that Tony Harper and I officially became a couple in the dating world. For those of you who know us, the story of how we met is not a secret.

We attended Patrician Academy, attended First Baptist Church, and grew up in Butler. We had been friends since we were young. With the start of a new school year, many people noticed we had been "talking" (the clever term used when you were interested in someone). With Homecoming fast approaching, Tony secured his spot as my date (via Codi Stafford and Neal Cook), however we were not yet "going out." On Thursday, September 22, 2005, Tony was ready to take the next step for high school love. Once he was finished with football practice, he waited for me to finish with dance practice. While we were standing next to the picnic tables waiting for my Momma to pick me up, he asked me to be his Girlfriend! I have always joked with him that his interest in me spiked only because of the dance skirt and blonde hair (which was fake), but I guess he does not mind my physical appearance changes through the past years and obviosuly has decided to stick around.

Defined by many at the time, we were considered to be "going out" however Tony was 17 and I was only 15. My parents did not allow me to ride around with anyone older than me nor could I talk on the phone for more than 20 minutes, and I certainly could not go on dates. Regardless of strict parenting, Tony patiently "went out" with me only during school hours and extracurricular events. Eventually, he and I started the dating experience through the rest of my high school career and his college career. Through the ups and downs of life, college, and my family's move to Louisiana we have stuck together and grown so much. Throughout the past seven years, we have matured from the statuses of "going out" to "dating" to "long distance travelers" and now "marriage partners." Although our relationship has not been like most, we have had many experiences and opportunities to explore and grow in life and love ranging from Atlanta to New Orleans.

We are loving marriage, Birmingham life, and especially the opportunity to spend day-in and day-out with each other. We are so grateful the Lord saw fit for us to share life and love. Tomorrow we celebrate three months of marriage, and I have so much hope and joy for what our future may bring. Every once in a while, in the middle of an ordinary life, love gives us a fairytale. :)

As many of you know, I am a lover of quotes and bible verses representing inspiration, and I adore savoring memories through photography. If you are taking the time to read today I hope you enjoy a walk down memory lane with me. Until next time, happy blogging. :)

                              

"We love because He first loved us." - 1 John 4:7

                                       

"Many waters cannot quench this love, nor can floods drown it." -Song of Solomon 8:7

"See what kind of love the Father has given us..." - 1 John 3:1

                  

"Love is patient and kind; love does not envy or boast; it is not arrogant or rude. It does not insist on its own way; it is not irritable or resentful; it does not rejoice at wrongdoing, but rejoices with the truth. Love bears all things, believes all things, hopes all things, endures all things. Love never ends. As for prophecies, they will pass away; as for tongues, they will cease; as for knowledge, it will pass away." 1 Corinthians 13:4-8

"The best and most beautiful things in the world cannot be seen or even touched. They must be felt with the heart." - Helen Keller

 

"If ever there is tomorrow when we're not together. There is something you must always remember. You are braver than you believe, stronger than you seem, and smarter than you think. But the most important thing is, even if we're apart... I'll always be with you."

"Distance is not for the fearful, it is for the bold. It's for those who are willing to spend a lot of time alone in exchange for a little time with the one they love. It's for those knowing a good thing when they see it, even if they don't see it nearly enough."




"Some people come into your life and end up changing your world."

"A friend is someone who knows all about you and still loves you." -Elbert Hubbard 

"Being deeply loved by someone give you strength, while loving someone deeply gives you courage." -Lao Tzu

"Love is the condition in which the happiness of another person is essential to your own." -Robert A. Heinlein

"I have found the one whom my soul loves." Song of Solomon 3:4



 "Complete my joy by being of the same mind, having the same love, being in full accord and of one mind." -Philippians 2:2

                                     
To my handsome Groom- Thank you for loving me more with each day, for supporting my dreams, and sharing this crazy thing called life as my better half. As I look back on the past seven years, all I can say is I thought I loved you then. (Bring on seven more!) Now, my love for you means even more. I cherish you, am proud of all you have accomplished, that which you represent, and above all, am honored to be your Wife. Thank you for being so dedicated to read my blog posts each day! You are the best of the best and I am blessed you call me yours. With my whole heart for my whole life, you are the only fish in the sea for me. :)

 Forever and Always, Kel 

                                          

Need I Say More?

                                                    

Teach to Reach

Hello everyone! I hope you are all doing well on this beautifully cool, rainy day. One of the last things Tony told me as he walked out the door this morning was to "Try not to drown out there." I hope none of you are having to pull out your boat and paddle to get to where you have to be this afternoon. :) I want to take a second to just give a shout out to every educator, coach, or staff member that has influenced my life. Each of you has made a different impact on the person I am today, however I would not be where I am without your guidance, support, and love. Specifically, I am talking about all of those wonderful people at Patrician Academy. When I think back on my Patrician years I am reminded of those who taught me to read, write, express my creative side artistically, tumble at gymnastics, and even be involved in way too many organizations and extracurricular activities. As most of you know, I am a lover of establishing roots and I could not be more thankful for those I have at Patrician Academy in Butler, Alabama! Still today, it is the very influence of the many academic and extracurricular activities as well as my personal goals that have driven me to want to excel in all that I do and to be a good role model for those I come in contact with, academically and professionally. So, thank you Patrician Academy faculty for all you did while I was there and all you continue to do for today’s generation of students.

In high school I always played with the idea of what I wanted to be when I grew up. I knew that I wanted to make my parents proud, but I also knew that money was not a factor for what major I chose. I always thought I wanted to go into the medical field simply because I have a heart for helping people, however as soon as I started classes at Southeastern Louisiana during my first semester of college I knew that it was not for me. I quickly learned that in order to be successful at my job, I must love my job. Transferring to LSU and changing my major to education was one of the hardest, but smartest decisions I think I have ever made (for me) academically. I probably should have picked up on it when I was in high school, but because of one sweet little boy and a two key teachers, I now realize that I have a passion for teaching in the same ways that they taught me. I cannot wait to make an impact on a student’s life in similar ways that others have impacted mine.

As a college student, my education experience has been very different from that comfort zone in which I grew up in at Patrician. As an Early Childhood/Elementary major I am currently in an education class that requires me think outside of the box. Each class session we dive into that which is below the surface and although the topic at hand may not be pretty to hear or easy to discuss at first, it feels beyond awesome once the particular assignment or requirement is understood and successfully accomplished. It is the very passion for knowledge in the midst of a constant challenge that inspires me to want to educate and influence others.

Since a child, I have been a firm believer of the quote, “The life you live is the lesson you teach.” I hope to become a teacher that students will trust and look up to, knowing I will always go the extra mile to ensure their success. As a future educator, I want to be that hands on teacher academically, morally, and emotionally. I want to teach to reach in honor of those who have done for me. Ultimately, my goal is to become the best educational influence for future students, peers, school systems, and communities inside and outside of the classroom. Of course I have fears of not making my mark as I should, however I think the "know how" will come with time and practice. I am so thankful for where I am today, even if I am going to graduate a few years later than expected. I am slowing learning that I am right where I need to be and that everything happens for a reason despite the way the world works and how timing compares.

If you are an educator, THANK YOU for all you do- the time committed inside and outside of the classroom, the pay cuts, furthering your professional scope, and so so much more. Know that you are appreciated! Until next time, happy blogging!

Dear Dad

Hello, everyone. I am not sure why I feel so compelled to share today's importance in a blog post, but please know that this post comes from the deepest, most honest part of my heart. I feel as though I have been upfront on many issues thus far on my blog, and am committed to attempting to journal this new journey I am on for my own benefit and for future reference. I have tracked the progress of each post and many of those who are committed to reading, I personally know. For those of you I do not know, I would like to welcome you and thank you for following my on this journey. However, regardless of our relationship, I invite each of you to follow with me as I share part of my heart. 

 

Many of you never had the opportunity to meet my dad. I will admit that I did not know him very well, either. Eight years ago today Hurricane Ivan was approaching New Orleans. Also, eight years ago today my dad died. These two events were so intertwined symbolically it is almost ridiculous to think about it in depth. I remember the Patrician Academy tornado bell going off and Mrs. Couch sharing a message over the loud speaker. School was being dismissed around break because the rain bands were becoming very dangerous in our area. Since I was only in 8th grade and could not drive, my mom came to pick me up and we immediately went home to make a few phone calls to check on my grandparents and aunts in Bogalusa, LA, a paper mill town north of New Orleans. Choctaw County was expected to lose power that afternoon and there would not be a guaranteed phone call later in the day to check on everyone. We arrived home, and as usual I checked the answering machine. I thought it was odd that we had 3 missed calls because we never received many messages. However, once I listened to the messages I realized they were all from my mom's sister, urging her to call back as soon as possible. Knowing now what I did not know then, I guess you could say we were in for rough weather in more ways than one. Looking back, I was so confused, shocked, and hurt. I was only 13. I did not understand how so much could go wrong so quickly. By nightfall, Ivan had hit land and the impact was felt in more ways than one for many people across the south and especially for those in our immediate family. 

 

                                

 

I think I can say all of this with such force simply because I did not know my dad as well as most daughters should know their fathers. Sometimes, I like to think that we did have a relationship even though we did not. If he were here today I believe I would attempt a relationship on my end, even if the feeling was not mutual. In the past, on numerous occasions I have ask my mom specific questions about daddy and she would answer each with precise answers, never beating around the bush. She never tried to hide anything from me, nor keep me in the dark regardless of what I longed to know. Now that I look back, honesty was exactly what I needed. But, I am older now. I am an adult and I long for more of my father.

 

Regardless of the life my father lived and the relationship he and I shared while he was alive, he is and always will be my father. He loved my mother enough to bring me into this world, and that in itself is enough proof for me. Although my dad is no longer alive, I know that he still is a part of my life in many physical and emotional ways. That aspect of my life will never change. Even though I long for a relationship with my dad, I know that it is not possible. Like many who have lost loved ones, I feel as though the emotions are the same despite the type of loss or the connection shared between the two. Like most, of course I have questions as to why, emotional remorse and anger for what was lost so long ago. However, because I am a firm believer in Christ I know that one day I will be able to know the truth of which cannot be determined in this life. This particular valley in my life does represent that which was lost, but more so of that which I long for that cannot and will not be attained.  

 

 

 

As a young girl, I was at church every time the doors would open. Naturally, the old familiar verse from Ecclesiastes 3:1 comes to my mind this morning as I think over the events of this date eight years ago. "There is a time and season for every activity under Heaven." Yet, even though I find comfort in God's word, I still remember the effects of September 15, 2004. I can still remember being a little girl eating breakfast at the Patrician Academy cafeteria one minute and just a few short hours later feeling all grown up. Even though the unexpected can happen in such a very short time, even though I had to grow up fast- sometimes the warning bell we hear is not strong enough to prepare us for what lies ahead.

 

I will always savor the memories I have of my father, and I will always love him. Though my memories may be slim, I do have few that are precious and rare. Relationships are not always perfect. Life is certainly never perfect. I believe the goal in this world is to successfully learn how to live and how to be happy in the midst of the valley, not just when on top of the mountain. For those of you reading today, remember your family. Remember to establish that relationship, line of communication, and depth of love which can overpower most odds. I hope I have made you proud, daddy. Until next time, happy blogging.

 

 

This is my brother, Aaron Lee Hall. Everyone says he looks like daddy when he was a child.

Teenagers These Days

Hello blog world! Happy Friday! I am not sure about you all but I am thrilled it is finally the weekend! I thought I would take a different approach to my electronic journal for today's post. Who out there has younger siblings? If so, you will probably be able to relate to this post. Since I have moved away from Zachary things have changed a bit with our family structure, which I think is natural and comes with time. I lived at home with attending LSU, therefore my family was accustom to seeing me each evening and on the weekends. Although I did not move out for college, the time came for me to spread my wings and move once Tony and I got married. Now, having limited communication is a bit different and awkward, especially for my little sister, Mary Kathryn. She is 13 and can be considered as a diva of sorts. I should note, she is no longer a pre-teen, but a full fledged teenager (You must know the terminology of teens! They hate for you to get it wrong!). Mary Kathryn and I are separated by 8.5 years, which has been difficult at times. However, now that she has hit the teen years our relationship is changing a bit and I think it will continue to do so. Recently, I tried to call her for two straight weeks with no reply. But, I could send her a text as soon as I hung up and she would immediately reply (shocker). This past week Tony mentioned FaceTime, so I attempted and it has worked well the past few days. Mary Kathryn likes to think that she does not have time to talk, but I have noticed that if I FaceTime with her it is a little bit easier for her to communicate. Funny the way our world is so dependent upon technology now, huh?

If you have a teenager in your family you are aware that their minds revolve around very few things. Also, you know that everything is extremely crucial, regardless of the situation. This point in their lives is touchy, awkward, exciting, and fun all at once. Specifically, Mary Kathryn has never been too keen on talking and is currently not too boy crazy. She is into texting, instagram, jewelry, hair, clothes, and make-up- Basically all the things that teenage girls should be experiencing right now. For me, it was awesome to live at home and be there for her all the time. However, things are a different now. On any given day I may get random texts about homework, fashion designers, technology, music, or even what to do about cliques and girls spreading rumors. Since last fall I have watched Mary Kathryn attempt to overcome some of the most difficult struggles that a person can face in this life. She is the type of person that will go to all lengths to prove that she is capable of accomplishing a goal-- only if it is set within her time frame. Mary Kathryn is funny, beautiful, creative, and intelligent, but at times she can be headstrong, moody, and very dominate. She comes across as shy at first, but is truly energetic when giving the freedom to explore and just be herself. She loves artistic crafts, learning by watching YouTube, funky nail polish, dance, gymnastics, Paris, and our chihuahua babies, Mason and Bella.
 
It has only been a few months since I was with my sister day in and day out, but I miss her tremendously! It has been such joy to watch her grow within these last few months into a little lady and I can only hope and pray for what is next to come. I am very proud to call Mary Kathryn my little St.Patrick sister!

I love you, MK! Until next time, happy blogging!

"A sister is a gift to the heart, a friend to the spirit, a golden thread to the meaning of life."

-Isadora James

 

 

 

 

Once Upon a Time....

"Once upon a time" this blue-eyed boy fell for this blonde girl.....

I feel like such a terrible person. Tony and I were recently discussing how he proposed and at the same time we both realized we completely forgot to acknowledge the specific date back in August. How terrible is it that we forgot the day we became engaged this past August?! He did not take it to heart as much as I did, but I am going to blame it on all the other dates I have flying around in my head these days. I truly became upset with myself that I let such a precious date escape my memory, however if I do not write it in my planner, I will not remember it. I know that is so awful to publicly admit, but I guiltily write this post with pure love and joy for life and the opportunity that I get to share this journey with my favorite person. I have been a wife for 87 glorious days, and each day becomes even sweeter than the one before. 

Today my Husband and I celebrate one year and one month from the day he proposed (August 12, 2011). For today's post, I decided to share our proposal story. So, here goes...

To end the summer of 2011 Tony and I planned a five day beach trip to Destin with our friends, Joseph and Kinsely Fowler. Tony had spent the summer working his last Co-Op term with The Southern Company before he started his Senior year at UA and I spent the summer taking classes at LSU. Needless to say, we were both anxious to reunite and wanted nothing more than to smell the ocean, feel the breeze, and have our toes in the sand! He nor I had ever been to Destin at an age we could remember so we were beyond excited. We left Butler for Destin at 6:30AM Thursday wanting to hit the beach by lunch. As soon as we arrived and met Joseph and Kinsley, we realized things were not going as planned. The three bedroom condo the four of us were supposed to stay in was double booked, therefore we had to find somewhere else to stay for one night until our room became available Friday. We were lucky enough to find a one bedroom junior at the same condominium, just not large enough to sleep the four of us. We decided to take a break from the room situation and thought it would be best to chill on the beach and have dinner, not worrying about sleeping arrangements. Tony nor I could get comfortable that first night. We had not brought extra blankets, pillows or sheets (I am tempted to pack them now everywhere I go!) to possibly have made a pallet. Instead, we actually tried sleeping outside on the patio in our beach chairs. It worked for a while, but soon became a miserable effort. Although we were not hungry, around 3:30AM I offered the idea of going to eat at Waffle House, which he willingly accepted. He asked if I would like to watch the sunrise on the beach. I thought, "Why not? We're already awake and won't be going back to sleep anytime soon!" We got up, repacked our bags and loaded the car. Our plan was to go eat, watch the sunrise, and come back to our new three bedroom condo by lunch to unload our bags, yet again. Little did I know, Tony had somewhat of a different plan. He went to get the car and took with him his bags and our beach bag we were planning to take to watch the sunrise. At the time, I had not noticed but he had packed from Butler a wrapped box beneath his clothes and transferred it to the beach bag beneath the towels while I was still packing my bags in the room. By 4:30AM we were eating breakfast at Waffle House. We then rode around Destin since it is fairly small and headed back to the condo. By 5:45AM we were on our way to the beach as the first few rays of sunlight began to spread across the sky. It was extremely peaceful and very quite, but best of all, we were two of six people out that morning. When we found a spot to ourselves he handed me a towel from the bag to spread out so we could sit down. (I must add, he NEVER carries the bag- I always carry it, however I did not even notice it until after everything was over. I am sure it would have made me somewhat apprehensive since he insisted, but I think I was so tired I could have cared less how the towels made it to the beach). Before I knew it I was sitting down and he was awkwardly still standing pulling out the wrapped box. Initially, I though it was a "happy." He knew that I had brought his birthday gifts with me for him to open and I figured, well he wanted to get me a "just because gift." He tried to squat and said "What's this?" and "How'd it get in the bag?" I began opening the box, which actually led me to open a second smaller box. It was then my thoughts began to swim and I became confused. I think I was taking my sweet time trying to figure it all out because he took the smaller box from me and started opening it himself. By this time, he was standing and asked me if I would please stand with him. As we both stood there, with shaking hands, he uncovered the ring box from the wrapping paper and hit his knee. With tears in our eyes I stood listening to the blue-eyed boy I fell in love with back at the Patrician picnic tables years ago as he asked "Will you marry me?" Before we could say anything else we hugged for what seemed like forever and I finally whispered "YES!" By now my tears were coming full force and with shaking hands he placed a beautiful ring on my finger. I should note, most importantly, he had been thinking of "the perfect proposal plan" since December and took the entire summer studying what made a diamond a diamond and how he thought I would want a ring designed. Later that day, once I had time to take everything in he said, "Since I'm supposed to be your Prince Charming, I knew I wanted a Princess cut ring for you 'cause you're My Princess." I was never the type to want to look at rings with him because I have always believed it is the guy's job to pick what he thinks represents his future wife and the relationship shared between the two. To me, price nor size never mattered, but to have him say those few words full of such meaning made my heart long for the future we will share together. He as my Prince and me being his Princess, we are the King's children. He did a wonderful job making everything so simplistic and unique, yet so amazing and perfect for us.  

We took most of the morning to enjoy each other, share the dreams we had for our future together, and discuss all that marriage encompasses. We called only close family and a few friends that evening to share the news, and waited to tell the social media world later that weekend. We decided not set a wedding date immediately so that we could enjoy the moment, however we did discuss ideas. As most of you know by now, we eventually decided that we did not want to have a long engagement (which would have ended sometime after my LSU graduation in December 2013), therefore our wedding date was set on October 12! We decided that I would complete my degree at UAB (which was the original plan before I move to Baton Rouge), and we would move to Birmingham in the summer. Most of our wedding plans were complete by February 2012 and we began house hunting. To make a long story short, we decided to not rush into buying a home so we found an apartment complex near Tony's office, I got busy trying to meet transfer student qualifications, Tony started work in May, we got hitched in late June, honeymooned in St. Lucia, and are currently living the newlywed life. There has been so much change in so little time, but we are loving this new journey in life and are taking things one day at a time.

 

 

The sunrise the morning Tony proposed.

 

 

 

 

Our dinner date the day after Tony proposed.

 

This was later on the day Tony proposed. As you can see, we are collegiately divided, but he proposed anyway. It must be love. :) 

                                  

This was our last dinner in Destin. We ate at McGuire's Irish Pub, which is fantastic. You can write on a dollar and staple it to the wall for no real reason. It just made the restaurant look cool. 

I believe fairy tales are very possibly, however love stories are even better! As a little girl I would always dream of my Prince Charming. However, my fairy tale has turned much better in real life all thanks to the man I share this crazy ride with. The day we became engaged was such a shock to me, yet it was also very beautiful in every way possible. Taking the plunge into marriage was a scary thought at the time, but it has been one of the best decisions Tony and I have ever made.  He stepped out on a limb by himself for me, and together we made a decision for us and for our future, not for anyone else. At the time, it was one of the biggest steps we had taken together as a couple. Love is a beautiful thing and finally being married is worth all the time we spent apart and that which was and is sacrificed from time to time. Sharing life with your best friend makes things all the better. I sure cannot say "the end" because we are still writing our love story, so... to love, laughter, and happily ever after- Until next, happy blogging! :)

I Was Here- 9/11

Good Afternoon, everyone. "On the 11th anniversary of a tragedy, many Americans arose not remembering. It was another day of making coffee, packing sandwiches for kids' lunches, dropping off the dry cleaning before work.... Memorial ceremonies, too, were fewer and simpler than in the past.... It is natural for time to heal. Natural, too, for people to want to move on. But there was one place where the tragedy was hard to miss -- on social media." –CNN

 

Can I admit that I was this person? This morning as I was making coffee I opened my Twitter app to read what had been posted throughout the night. I typically like to check the weather, news, and traffic updates along my Birmingham route. As I sat there reading tweets and drinking my coffee I realized that today was September 11. The things listed in my planner were not as important as what this day truly represents because of an event 11 years. I was shocked to think that it has already been 11 years.

 

I remember where I was, but I do not remember all of the details. I was a 5th grader in Mrs. Suzan McKenzie's science class. In the middle of our lesson Coach Johnson opened the front door and told Mrs. McKenzie to turn on the news. He said "The towers in New York have been hit." Once the news was turned on, our daily lesson ended. I do not think we even changed classes for the rest of the day. I remember she immediately called her husband and daughters, and after that things become fuzzy. I did not know where the Twin Towers were located or who terrorists were. I only understood that it was an event that would go down in history books and that America would possibly go to war. Ultimately, I knew that the impact of 9/11 affected Americans everywhere regardless of age, race, political stance, or religion.

 

                             

 

"We remember that eleven years ago today nearly three thousand of our fellow Americans were killed by evil men. Every year on the anniversary of 9-11, we read out the names of those who died and comfort their families, and at military recruiting centers throughout the country, young men and women choose this day to enlist to serve their fellow Americans and ensure that something like this never happens again. While some try to move on with their lives and let the tragedy of that day recede in their memories, our men and women in uniform remain ever vigilant for us. Today, let’s take time to remember the victims of September 11. Let’s say a prayer for their families. Let’s comfort their children left behind. And let’s also remember our men and women in uniform who enlist to protect us from tragedies like this. Let’s remember that American troops are still fighting in Afghanistan now, and they’re dying this year at an average of one a day. Let’s never forget the heavy price they pay to keep us free." - Sarah Palin

I am extremely proud to be an American and live in the land of the free. I am thankful for the service men and women who lay their lives on the line for me each and every day. Even though we have moved on and 11 years have passed I will remember the sacrifice that so many have contributed and continue to contribute to the life I live today. Praying for every rescuer who died in honor, every family that lives in grief,  the fire and ash, the last phone calls, the funerals... God Bless America!

                                 

I am blessed with a another opportunity to live life to the fullest each morning I wake up while so many others do not. My goal each and every day is to do MY BEST. The thought to ponder- Are you doing your best?  Until next time, happy blogging.

All Things FALL!!!

               

Happy, happy Sunday to you and yours! All things Fall have arrived! I am in love with this season of football, leaves on the ground, trees changing color, apple dumplings, pumpkins, Halloween costumes, and much more! I absolutely love this time of year. The cooler weather has arrived in Birmingham so I can finally drink my coffee without sweating on the patio. I got so excited this morning that I pulled out my blue jeans and TOMS and plan to break them in this week, too. Plus, I recently put our Fall wreath on display and it just makes me so giddy every time I walk by. Also, I noticed this past week that Starbucks has begun to sell their ever so famous pumpkin spice lattes. If you are a lover of all things Fall like I am I bet you are looking forward to the other precious seasonal changes on the way to the south. Just to name a few- pine combs, crisp air, time change, fuzzy socks, scarves, and sweaters. Hopefully, by the first day of Autumn on September 22, these last few named will be introduced into our daily lives.

 

 

 

 

 

Since all things Fall just make my heart happy, today's post is simple, random, honest, short, and sweet. I am going all girl and will share a few of my favorite obsessions this season. I like to think of this post similar to that of "Friday Favorites" only I am sharing them on Sunday.

• I am beginning to crave candy corn like a fat kid loves cake.
• I am addicted to nail polish and feel naked when my nails are not painted (southern belle thing).
• In my fantasy world I work as a decorative/event planner.
• If I was in Louisiana I would be all over some crawfish pie and candy apples at the annual Washington Parish Fair.
• I would really love to bake my first ever pie at some point. Maybe that will happen over UAB's Fall Break. Who knows? 
• I am tempted to cut up an old shirt and wear my heart for all to see!

                                                        

                                                        

                                                        

                                                       
                         
                                                      

                                                     
If you are reading today and have yet to embrace your inner Fall you better get to it! Time is a wasting. I hope each and every person reading today has a wonderful week! Happy Fall Y'all! Until next time, happy blogging!