The Good Life

Family weekend with our Wildcat! We love UK sports, Lexington, visiting our girl, time well spent with the five of us, and watching our three kiddos enjoy hanging out together. It makes my heart so happy!

My Mamaw made the best sourdough bread. One of my favorite things about visiting her was the taste of her homemade bread fresh out of the oven, with just the right amount of sweetness and softness. It's different from San Francisco sourdough with a more tangy flavor and crispier crust. Both are so good, but sweet sourdough has my heart! In 2020, I got the recipe for her starter and began baking it myself. But once life picked back up and I wasn’t home as much, I gave it up. Then, a couple of weeks ago, at the football game, a friend sitting near us in the bleachers had a loaf she was giving to one of the players. We started talking, and it turned out she made hers similar to how my Mamaw did. Last Friday night at the football game, Rita surprised me with a loaf of my own, and it was delicious. One bite took me right back to my Mamaw’s kitchen and her homemade bread. Thank you, Rita. Your gift of sourdough bread was truly precious.

This season hasn’t turned out like we hoped, but I see God’s glory in the way this kid plays every time he steps onto the field. His perseverance through challenges reflects the faith and grit that can only come from God. With integrity, heart, and determination, he gives his all and never stops. In two weeks, he will play his last game under the lights on his home field. Senior year is passing far too quickly.

Through her, I see God’s glory in the strength she draws from Him. Her perseverance through trials, unwavering determination, fierceness, and deep love for Him reveal His grace. She stands firm and isn’t afraid to stand up for herself, a true reflection of courage, faith, and grace. Yet it’s not only in the hard seasons that His light shines through her; it’s in her joy, her laughter, and the way she embraces life with such warmth and wonder. She finds beauty in the simple things: music, laughter with friends, nature, midnight swims, harvest moons, glistening snowflakes, and warm summer days. She works hard, loves deeply, and fills every space she’s in with life. And flowers. She loves flowers. They reflect her perfectly, bright, resilient, and full of grace. She is a Proverbs 31 woman, an inspiration who challenges me to grow and become a better person. I am in awe of the children God has blessed Jason and me with. Through them, I see His glory, goodness, and faithfulness revealed eac...

Fair warning — I’m going to be a little vulnerable. 2025 has been a season of hard . My family and I have been walking through a lot. It hasn’t been just one thing; it’s been multiple things. It’s been a season of loss in one way or another. A season of feeling out of control. A season of anger and bitterness, while trying so very hard to forgive. A season of saying good-bye to people and things. I should also say these aren’t just my own personal stories or trials; they are shared with those I love the most, so I won’t be sharing any details. But I’m sure many of you reading this have walked a similar path and felt the weight of a hard season. We all do at some point. In this season, I’ve been learning to fight for joy. To find beauty in the everyday — in the mundane. In the days that are nothing special, in the days that are beautiful, and even in the days that just plain suck. A little over a month ago, I decided to take a social media break for at least 30 days. It was hard at firs...

1|52 Looking ahead, with 2017 just a reflection. My hope for 2018 is to simplify my life. Spend more one on one time with each kiddo, take more walks in the woods, sit and talk more, laugh and enjoy each other to the fullest. Oaks and I took a walk to the river today, just the two of us. It was seriously cold, but it was sweet to have some time with him. Cheers to the new year!