A Sarah-shaped Package


Do you have that person in your life who is nothing like you, but at the same time is exactly like you? They’re quiet, and you’re kinda loud and crazy. They seem to have their life together, and you’re over here wondering what the heck is going on.

I know I do. It’s Sarah. My best friend. Don’t get me wrong, she can get loud and crazy, and I’d be willing to bet that she doesn’t have her life quite as together as I think she does (after all, do any of us really have it all figured out?). But she’s still awesome. Sarah is the kind of friend that everyone should have. She’s understanding, she’s kind, she’s smart, she’s funny, she’s beautiful, she’s sweet… pretty much every good quality you can imagine is all tied up and wrapped up in a Sarah-shaped package.

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The Yankee in This Southern Belle’s Life

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28 years ago today, the second little boy was born into a Yankee family. Despite his mom hoping he’d be a girl, he turned out all boy. His family made their way down to The Blessed South when he was four, so he claims it as home. He practically grew up outside. He grew his own garden (veggies and roses), camped out with the Boy Scouts, and rode his bike all over creation. He made many a phone calls from the branches of his favorite tree in a field near his house. And I was lucky enough to be at the other end of those phone calls.

Today, we celebrate that moment when the world was made a million times better by Andrew’s entrance into it. He is too modest to say it himself, but I’ll tell you. He’s one of the best examples of a man I know. My husband is an amazing man. Whenever we have a little boy of our own, he will learn how to be a good husband from his daddy’s example, and, whenever we have a little girl, she will accept nothing less than what her daddy does for her mommy. Andrew takes care of me and our house. If something needs fixing, he’s on top of it. He’s the provider and the protector. He’s my firm rock and my soft landing place. He’s there to hold me if I’m crying and to laugh with me when something is hilarious.
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I could go on all day talking about how much I love my husband. I thank God every single day that He chose Andrew for me. When I think of how my life would be without him, it never looks nearly as good as it is now with him. Andrew makes me smile every day, no matter how good or bad my day was. His goofy sense of humor and big smile are enough to brighten any darkness. He has so many good qualities that I don’t even know where to begin. Anyone who spends even just a few hours with him can see how good he is. He’s cool and level headed in even the most stressful situations. He supports me, not just financially, but he supports and encourages me in my dreams and ventures. He’s someone that I want to spend time with. For our trip to Charlotte last week and our trip down to Jacksonville tomorrow, one of the things I most look forward to is those several hours in the car with him. We talk about everything and laugh and tease and enjoy the scenery.

My favorite thing about him is that he truly loves me. Not just the cheerful customer service me. Not just the girl bassist on stage me. Not just the creative hand lettering me. Not just the sweet, cuddly me. Not just the hotheaded, argumentative me. The full me. He loves every part of me, no matter what time of day or night or what mood I’m in. He makes me feel completely safe because I know he’s not going anywhere. There’s no backdoor in our relationship. No matter what happens or what either of us ever says, he’s here to stay. Forever.

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I love you handsome.
You’re my favorite.
Always you.

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My Best Friend’s Birthday

Today is Deborah’s 27th birthday! Since becoming friends in 2007, this is the ninth time I’ve wished her a happy birthday and the fourth time from 238 miles away. On days like this, it’s hard not being in the same city but she knows I’d be there if I could.

Deborah is an amazing person and I truly debsbday_zpsxhll8y4wadmire her. She’s funny, smart and kind. She loves life and has a real heart for God and His people. She also happens to be the bravest person I know and I am so thankful for her friendship. No matter the distance between us, I know she’s always there for me—just like I am for her.

We were both each other’s maid of honor, planning wedding details from a distance and travelling when necessary. It made me so happy to see Deborah marry Andrew and I am so proud of the life they’re building together. Like I said in my toast at their wedding, I hated it when Deb left Jacksonville to move back home to Charleston, but I can rest in the fact that she’s where she’s supposed to be.


To my best friend and South Carolina half, Deborah:

I love you and wish you the happiest of birthdays! I can’t wait to see what adventures we have next!


An American Tale: My American Family

Cuz I love my little brother. #bigsislittlebro

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October 15, 1991, my world changed. I was almost 3 years old, so I didn’t realize it at the time. An American Tail: Fievel Goes West had just come out, so I got a Fievel cup (which I still have) with my supper at Pizza Hut. I also got a small yellow hospital gown. Because, as the big sister, I wanted to be allowed to hold my new baby brother.

Fast forward 24 years, and my little brother isn’t so little anymore. He stands at about 6’ 1”, easily a head taller than me, and has a pretty sweet goatee. He’s got his own place and drives himself all around town doing his grown-up job.

Sarah and I both have little brothers. Little brothers are creatures all in themselves. Their job description is to annoy you and to love you, all within the span of five minutes. They call you on your crap, but they support your every endeavor. They’re often your first roommate, your first partner-in-crime, and your first best friend. You fight over chores, the remote, and who started it. You have inside jokes, and sometimes even your own language! They’re the only other person in the world who truly gets what it was like for you growing up, because they were literally right beside you.

I know this blog is about two best friends, but I’m actually one of those girls who has more than one best friend. And my brother really was my first one. My mom tells a story of how, in wanting to play horsey with him when he was about 2 weeks old, I sat on my little brother practically squishing him! All he could do was squeak! But, he survived. We later managed to survive our teen years together too (My mom had a 13 year old and a 16 year old in the house at the same time!). I moved away, but I think it actually helped us get closer. He was the first one I told when I decided to move in with my boyfriend at the time. He told me it was stupid and the wrong thing to do, but he didn’t give me grief about it every time we talked about it. He took over my room while I was down in Florida, and, since his room had no A/C, we actually shared a room for a few weeks after I moved back. Needless to say, we didn’t get much sleep! We’d stay up late talking about everything, like best friends do.

We live literally 10 minutes away from each other… #littlebrother #lilbrobigsis

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We now live about 10 minutes away from each other, but we talk all the time. He comes over to my house for dinner; I go over to his house for Ink Master marathons. We go to midnight premieres together, and we get ice cream at the mall together. He sends me snapchats from his adventures at work throughout the day, and I bombard his phone with Facebook stickers and gifs.

But no matter where life takes us or how old we get or who we end up with, he’ll always be my little brother and my best friend.

Happy 24th birthday, little bro. I can’t imagine life with anyone else.

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