wait, it's new year's eve?

I'm telling you, folks, twelve days of travel makes for a bit of a chaotic/discombobulated return. I still haven't unpacked my suitcase. I've only done one load of laundry. We bought milk from the grocery store and that was it. We've slept A LOT. Until about 3pm today, I couldn't have told you what day of the week it was if my life depended on it. Out.of.control.

And while I know you're biting your nails to the quick in anticipation of the NYC and Christmas play-by-play, I'm not ready to roll that out yet. I'm still hoarding those memories in my mind. Pondering them in my heart, if you will.

What I will share with you, however, are our 2011 goals. We refuse to make resolutions because we always let ourselves down. But we LOVE working toward goals, so we're structuring it this way instead. Tricky, I know.

This time last year, Andrew was laid up on the couch with a broken toe, his adoring wife waiting on him hand and foot. We watched movies and ate appetizers and the popping of the champagne cork frightened Rudy and gave him the hiccups. We were 6 weeks away from his OCS departure and I don't think either of us could have prepared ourselves for the year ahead. And yet, here we are.

Tucking what we've learned in our back pocket, here's what we're aiming for in 2011:

Page

• Be more active (because endorphins make you happy)
• Dry my hair, put on makeup and wear real clothes at least 3 times during the work week (because Andrew shouldn't have to come home to a ponytail and yoga pants every evening)
• Find a way to study the scripture more heartily
• Leave the house at least twice a week, to work from Starbucks or Panera (cabin fever + yoga pants Page = Andrew's worst nightmare)
• Record more of this adventure, in words and photos

Andrew

• Work out more, possibly in preparation for dive school
• Leave school for at least an hour a day to rest the ol' noodle (step away from the Power School)
• Read more of the bible

Page + Andrew

• Spend at least one evening a week and some time over the weekend unplugged (no computers, phone, tv, etc)
• Study the same scripture/read the same book and then make time to discuss
• Get serious about saving money and making some long-term goals for our family
• Start keeping a food journal (this was Andrew's idea - surprised?)

Not too shabby, eh?

Now if you'll excuse me, we have a good bottle of wine, comfy PJs and some 24 to catch up on. It's the best New Year's Eve celebration I could imagine.

Happy 2011.

and may all your christmases be white

I'm sure it's no surprise that we in the southeast are getting snowed on. I'm currently wrapped in a yummy blanket, watching the snow fall in my in-laws' backyard. If there was ever a scene that demands PJs, whispery movies, intermittent naps and a good book, this is it. My dad sent me a picture of our backyard, which is much more snowy than the one I'm looking at, which means our Christmas with them may be delayed. That backyard, when it's snowy, is one of the most beautiful scenes saved in my memory of home. And I'm a little heartbroken that I can't see it.

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Fast forward to Monday, because I was interrupted by a lovely day-after-Christmas breakfast with the Castrodale family, which turned into a lazy (read: relaxing) day, full of good conversation and a late lunch at the local Mexican restaurant. The roads cleared up in time for us to hit the road this morning and now here I sit, watching my dad cook dinner. Clam chowder, flounder, crab cakes and cold slaw (cole slaw?). Is it good to be home? Most definitely.

Soon, we'll get re-settled in Charleston and I'll tell you all about our travels. About how beautiful and magical New York was and how precious the time with family was. I know you can't wait.

Merry Christmas, to you and yours.

i'm gonna park the cars and get the luggage, and well, I'll be outside for the season

Name that movie and I'll give you a yankee nickel. Also, I'd love to make a post of all my favorite movie quotes. That's a fun idea. Noted.

Moving on.

We're ready! Our bags are packed and we are ready.to.go. And I would just like to say that I have made, with my very own hands, thirteen gifts in the last 3 days. I deserve a prize. Or at least a cookie. But I loved every bit of it. And I'm proud of myself for pulling it off! Everything is wrapped, grouped by family and sitting at the door. We have the vacation bags, separated into part 1 and part 2, also by the door. And the plants are watered. We are way ahead of schedule, folks!

So tomorrow, we hit the road tomorrow for day 1 of our Christmas Extravaganza. After spending some fun time in Black Mountain with family, we'll head up north. I'm so super excited about that. And also slightly terrified of how cold it's going to be. But that's neither here nor there.

So until next time, I hope you enjoy the week and find all kinds of joy in the truth of the season. A sweet baby was born to change the world. Hallelujah for that, amen?

Have yourself a merry little Christmas.

joy, unspeakable joy

I was struck by something in church yesterday morning: He came that I may have life, and have it to the full.

Yes, I knew that already. I knew it the same way I know every other wonderful reality in the Word that I hear and don't let sink in because it's too familiar. When I look back on my life, I love the times when I've come out of a season of sadness only to realize some beautiful truth that has been there all along, waiting for me to really grasp it in a moment of desperation.

But yesterday, that one hit me hard. I am so moved by music. And with the Christmas songs playing all around me these days (something I wish was more common, to be honest) I've found myself tearing up at "a thrill of hope, the weary world rejoices" and "word of the Father, now in flesh appearing" and "Gloria, in excelsis deo." Tears. Every time. I realized that He was born to give me life. He was born to strip away the yuck and the lies we too quickly believe. He was born to give us peace and happiness and hope and to take joy in His children when they experience those things. He came so that they may have life.

There's a Relient K song, "I Celebrate the Day," that stops me every time I hear it. It's so full of the feelings I feel every Christmas. And this year, I've realized the implications beyond just this season, praise God. What a feeling that day, to know what had just come into the world.

I celebrate the day, that you were born to die, so that I could one day pray for you to save my life. Pray for you to save my life.

my paper chain is getting shorter

When I was little, we would make a red and green paper chain to count down the days until Christmas. We'd tear one off each day, inching closer to the Santa at the top. Anticipation = love.

This morning, Andrew's alarm went off at 4:15am (ew, gross) and for some reason, this is the thought that popped into my head and wouldn't leave: we're leaving in nine days for our Christmas travels. And even though there are 15 links left on the chain, these elves have to have it all locked and loaded in nine. That means all the presents ready, all the clothes have to be clean, all the nooks and crannies of the house have to be dustless and our bags have to be packed and ready to go by bedtime on Friday. Whoa.

And it's no secret that making lists takes me to my happy place, so let's just cut to the chase. Here's what I have to do prior to departing next weekend:

• Finish Christmas shopping. We're hoping to knock that out this weekend as we venture downtown to see our beloved Charleston decked out for the holidays.
• Wrap all of the presents.
• Wash all of the clothes. I'm declaring next Friday pajama day to make sure every stitch of daytime clothing gets washed in time for packing that evening.
• Complete the gifts I vowed to hand-make. The tally is currently at 9. Yikes.
• Host our bible study's Christmas party.
• Make peanut butter balls for the neighbors.
• Watch Rudolph, The Grinch, Christmas Vacation and It's a Wonderful Life. We checked off all the others!
• Clean. Because the thought of coming home to a dirty house gives me hives.
• Finalize our NYC itinerary (!!!!) and make reservations where necessary

Oh, the Christmas spirit. HO HO HO.

how i became a mrs. (part 2)

If you're looking for part 1 of this loooove story, you can check it out here.

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So I got the braces off. (Note: if you're wondering what on earth this has to do with "the story of us" that I intended to write, I promise there is a point. Just go with it.) I got my braces off and my whole world changed. My whole 10th grade, awkward, are-you-going-to-her-bday-party? world just changed. Overnight. It was like, "that Gumby-like creature with brown hair is a girl? Ooohhhh." For real. And I had my first date. Dennis Mitchell took me to see John Q. And then we sprung for a burger at McDonalds. Romantic, I know. But for the first time in my 16 years, I felt pretty. That was big. The date didn't turn into anything, but I'm still thankful for it. It's a good day when a girl feels pretty for the first time. (If you're reading this Dennis, you were precious. Really.)

And then there was the boy that made me laugh in between 4th period and tennis practice. Who eventually became the boy that I loved with all of my 16-year-old heart. As much as sixteen-year-olds can be in love, we were. And it stayed that way through my sophomore year. And my junior year. And my senior year and if we're being honest, even into college. We broke up when I was still a senior in high school, but those things never really go away, you know. I still think that when my sweet daughter has her first heartbreak, he's the story that I'll tell. Your first love stays with you that way.

There were a handful of other boys in between, as is often the case during those dreadful years. But in college, after shaking off the high school-ness of my love life, I was determined to find a "nice Christian boy" to be my boyfriend. So I crushed on every nice Christian boy that I met. I didn't want to fall in love and get married, but I did want to meet a nice Christian boy. Like you can meet one and not marry him. Yeah right. Campus Crusade for Christ is like a long, drawn-out version of The Dating Game. The weekly meetings in the Spring were like giant engagement parties. I did meet one of these said Christian boys, who broke up with me after a few weeks by saying that I was like "opening a door to a new place and realizing I didn't want to go there after all." THAT was awesome. And good for the self-esteem. Christian Boys 1, Page 0. That talk resulted in a late-night milkshake run with Martha and Erin, where we decided that all boys are just dumb.

Next up was the boy who lived at the end of my hall. The first boy who made it all seem easy - he liked me for me (but not in an over-zealous way) and he was so good to me. It was like a lightbulb moment for me, where I realized that yes, you can be adored. And yes, you can always be treated well. And yes, he can be fun to be around. And yes, he can also be good-looking. He does exist! But the timing was off and our goals were different and even though it was one of the saddest right things I'd ever done in my life, I broke up with him outside of an ice cream shop. (After he had surprised me purple daisies. Burn.)

Again, I promise this all has a point. But what's a story without a little context? The truth is that all along the way, I was missing one major point: those boys didn't define Page Johnson. They didn't get to decide if she was pretty or funny or worth spending money on at McDonald's. There is Someone else that gets to call those shots. And He already did, long before I got my braces off. But not knowing that led me straight to one of the darkest seasons of my life. And I pray, pray, pray for the little girl that isn't even mine yet, that she may know that truth before it eats away at her. Because really, boys are just dumb.

Stay tuned for part 3...

so thankful...again

Yesterday, I felt the need to list out the things I'm thankful for. But because I was getting just a teeny bit wordy with my post already, I decided to save it for later. And at about the same time, we picked out our Christmas cards. They do NOT look like this:

But isn't that cute?

Love the idea, I just wish the colors weren't so un-Christmas. But this card inspired me! And since I owe you a thankful list, let's just roll it out as a Top 10. But they aren't in order, because I hate prioritizing things. So without further ado, the Castrodale Top 10 Moments of 2010...

10. After over a year of unemployment and several months of preparation, Santa brought Andrew a J-O-B! (Except it wasn't Santa, it was totally God. And technically the employment occurred in 2009, but the pay didn't start until 2010, so go with it.)

9. Andrew broke his toe and got OCS delayed by several weeks. That might not seem like a good thing, but it was a blessing in disguise for a lot of reasons. One being that he got to be snowed in with me during a rare NC "snow storm."

8. We went to Disney World! And it was as magical as I wanted it to be. Even now, when I think back on it, my heart gets fluttery.

7. Andrew went to OCS for three months and I made it! With a few tears here and there :)

6. Andrew went to OCS for three months and HE made it! And he gets to wear that handsome uniform. Win.

5. The Lord looked over us as we tried to make the move from NC to SC. And He gave us the perfect place to live for the next year or so.

4. Lots and lots and LOTS of awesome food. Really. It's ridiculous.

3. I almost lost my job, but then I got to keep it. Which made me realize how blessed I am to have it in the first place. (Note: self, please remember this more often)

2. We have the most amazing church family. Amen.

aaaaand, finally...

1. We are so happy. So blessed and so, so happy.

What do you know, maybe the #1 on this list really is #1 on the list :)

so thankful

As I write this, I'm in my jingle jammies, wearing my Christmas penguin socks, working on Christmas cards, watching Home Alone 2: Lost in New York and I just finished a bowl of vanilla ice cream with crushed peppermint cookies from Trader Joe's. Fa la la la la, la la la la.

But I'd be remiss if I didn't pay tribute to Thanksgiving, which was absolutely delightful. Here's the recap, before I launch into pics:

• My parents came on Tuesday night (sans Tyler, boo) and got here just in time to kiss me goodnight
• Wednesday was spent lounging around the house, until we kicked it into gear to get our feast on the table. We did Thanksgiving on Wednesday night, since my parents had to leave on Thursday night and didn't want to make the drive in a comatose state.
• The meal was fab: fried turkey, sweet potato casserole (with the nut topping), A+ stuffing (thanks, Mom!), cranberry sauce and salad. My mouth just watered.
• Thursday morning, we stayed in our PJs until we were smelly. We watched the Macy's day parade, drank a lot of coffee, laughed, watched football and snacked on pie. Then my mom and I turned the kitchen upside down with cookie recipes. And my dad and Andrew put up Christmas lights (thanks, dearies!)
• After a walk around the neighborhood and some oooh-ing and aaaahhh-ing over the lights, my parents hit the road.
• Friday morning, we made our way to Concord for round 2: baked turkey, corn pudding, stuffing, broccoli casserole and a few other things that I'm sure I'm forgetting because there was a spread and I blacked out after my second serving corn.
• Saturday morning, I met Martha for coffee (yay!) after YEARS of being separated. Maybe not years, but it was close. And we're soulmates, so no time apart is healthy. I love, love, loved catching up with her over Caribou Christmas coffee.
• Saturday afternoon was spent at Hobby Lobby, for our annual post-Thanksgiving shopping spree. Laura and I always get a little carried away by all of the 50% goodness, but it's so worth it.
• And then there was pizza. And Elf. And the Christmas season has been officially kicked off.

And on to the pictures, which were all taken here at home. The only pics I have from Concord are from the fashion shoot we had with Aunt Shelly, but I can't post those because she was modeling her wedding dress for the big day in December. But trust me, you would love them since they were beautiful and entertaining and at times, involved paper angels and other various props. But like I said, on to the pics...

I told you there was good food.

And beautiful pies.

And festive table settings.

That's my dad, trying to untangle my wind chime that got knotted up during a recent storm. He spent HOURS working on it while we cooked. Thanks, Dad!

And the baking. Oh, we love cookies :)

I was going to list what I'm thankful for this year, but it's late and this is already long/wordy and Carolina is losing. So I'll put it off for later. Until then...

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PS: I made some soup with the leftover turkey and some turkey stock that my mother concocted and left for us. Oh.my.word. If you only knew how good it was, you would be SO jealous.

christmas card fail

I'll give a little Thanksgiving update later, but first things first: I don't like our Christmas cards.

I like the idea of them, but when I took them to be printed, the pictures came out all funny. Andrew says they aren't that bad, but I don't think I can put them in the mailbox without regretting it. How's that for irony? I spent all this time designing Christmas cards this year and I'm not even using my own. Oh well, c'est la vie :) And rather than pay to have something else reprinted, I decided to take Shutterfly up on an offer they made a while ago: blog about them and get 50 free cards. Okay!

I've long been a fan of Shutterfly, mainly because of their cheap prints for regular pictures and the fact that they have a relationship with Target and I can just send them their for printing rather than wait (and pay) for them to come in the mail. Love. But their Christmas cards are a delight, as you can see here and here. And one of my favorite gift ideas EVER is to do a calendar. No one really wants to look at me and Andrew for 12 months, but when we have kids? Watch out, grandmothers all over the world. You're getting a calendar.

Of course, I can't show you what cards I'm getting this year: we still need a little bit of mystery left. But I'm sure they'll be a-dorable. Just you wait and see.

christmas

Christmas is here!

In the Castrodale house, at least. I must be honest: the Christmas music has been playing since Nov 1. I just love love love this time of year. And since we're leaving on Dec 17th for our Christmas travels, I wanted to make sure that we had plenty of time to enjoy the season. So Christmas exploded in our house last weekend :) Let's take a tour, shall we?

We got a BEAUTIFUL tree this year and if I'd been paying more attention when photographing it, I wouldn't have cut off the top. Anywhooo, here are some of my favorite ornaments:

Look how cute we are :)

When I was in middle school, my mom cleaned/redecorated my room one weekend as a surprise when I was out of town. This little angel was sitting in a mini rocking chair on my dresser. It's been in every room I've ever lived in ever since.

Oh, stop. He's too cute, right?

My sweetie gave this to me for our first Christmas.

This was last year's ornament from my mom. Winnie the Pooh (especially the Heffalumps and Woozles story) was my all time favorite bedtime book.

Let's continue...

Our stockings are hung....

...by the chimney with care.

Along with our little angel family. Complete with a Rudy Angel. My mom and I made these with styrofoam cups and paper towels when she was here in October.

Let's keep moving, folks. You might even see a precious, but slightly pathetic dog along the way...

There he is!

These snowflake lights flicker, so it looks like candlelight when they're on. Lovely. The little Santa head gave Rudy a fright when we first put it out, but he's come around to it.

This is the chorus of one of the most precious Christmas songs I've ever heard, I Celebrate the Day by Relient K.

Christmas over the sink. A little bit of happy while I do the dishes.

My sweet nativity. Mary is holding Jesus, which makes me cry if I think about it long enough.

There you have it, folks. The Castrodale Christmas Tour. And totally unrelated, but just too.stinkin.cute to pass up...

Tough life.

a loooooove story

Maybe it's because I just finished reading a romantic story of sorts. Or because February marks 5 years since the boy started studying in the library, just because I was there. And he thought I was cute. Or maybe it's because he remembers very little about 5 years ago (or yesterday) and is always after me to write it down so it's not lost forever. Whatever the reason, I'm inclined to do a little documentation of Andrew + Page, and I thought you might like to give it a read. Enjoy.
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When I went to college, I had no plans of meeting my mate. Marriage was not on my brain. Boys, yes. Marriage, no. Big difference. I wasn't the girl who daydreamed about my colors or what flowers I'd carry. I didn't know what MOB stood for and I had certainly never read a bridal magazine. It really, really never crossed my mind. And then I got married at 21.

Let's back up, shall we? We'll call this part The Boy Timeline.

Age 5: We moved to Youngsville and I started at my new school in the middle of the year. I sat down and Blaine Holmes asked me if I wanted to borrow his black crayon. Because I was horrified that my parents would move me and make me go to a new school, I had a 'tude that particular morning. And no, I did not want his stinkin' black crayon. I wanted the purple one, thankyouverymuch. I was mean to him...and then I had a crush on him. A major crush, until the 4th grade when he moved away. Intense, I know. My friend told him one day on the playground (while I sat at the top of the slide and stared into the distance, with the wind blowing my hair. No, really) and he wasn't interested. Heartbreak 1, Page 0.

Age 10: My mom's friend had a son named Shaun. Move over, Blaine. Crush ensues and lasts until 7th grade. I don't mess around. I crushed hard. He never picked up on my hints and if he did, he didn't care. Heartbreak 2, Page 0.

Age 13: Greyson, my dear sweet friend, started to look a little different in my hormone-ridden state. My friend and I arranged a secret three-way phone call where I sat quietly on the line while she asked him what he thought about me. The verdict: he didn't like me. Heartbreak 3, Page 0.

Middle school was kind of a blur (thank, God) and I found myself a freshman in high school; the smart kid with braces. Score. To date, no boy had ever shown interest in me. My dad said they were intimidated by me. If by intimidated he meant scared-to-look-directly-at-it-for-fear-that-her-buck-teeth-might-attack intimidated, then maybe he was right. Otherwise, I think it was because I was awkward. Oh, heavenly Father, was I awkward. I was 14, tall, skinny, pale and had enough metal in my mouth to reap a fortune at the scrap yard. It was not pretty. Dear future daughter, I'm sorry. I'm so very sorry.


My sophomore year, I was in a chemistry class with juniors. And there were boys in that class. It's true. And in April of that year, something happened that changed my romantic life forever. I got my braces off.

{Stay tuned for more, as I feel inclined to write it...}

loot for your stocking

Another late night and I've got myself some more stationery! I just love it too much to stop. So far the only orders have been familial, but whatev. It gets my creative juices flowing and I can watch TV at the same time. Multitasking at its finest.

So what are you in the market for? Some mongrammed notecards for your sweet friend at the work?

Some thank you cards to throw in your sister's or your daughter's stocking?

Or what about the kiddos? How about some fill-in-the-blank thank you cards, to make it a little easier this year?

Do you love them? I sure do. They're so fun! I put a link to the Etsy shop down on the right side of the ol' blog. Just click the Marvelous Prints logo and get on over there to check it all out :)

the thankful jar

Let's be honest. I make up traditions on a regular basis. On any given day, I can decide that we should always eat with the butterfly napkins on Tuesdays or always burn a candle in the evenings. It's ridiculous, really. So imagine what happens around the holidays. I'm a tradition MACHINE, crankin' them out left and right. Like last week, in the form of this thankful jar.

I've read about people having a jar or a box or a notebook of some sort vessel for expressing thanks. One note a day for the month of November, to be revealed on Thanksgiving day. Sweet, right? I'm completely aware of the fact that Thanksgiving is like, next week, but I wanted to start anyway. It's our tradition.

First, I spraypainted an old yucky frame. Now it's a nice shiny brown. I arranged my wooden letters and some scrapbooks stickers onto a piece of burlap and slapped it in the frame. Now it's the designated thankful station.

Then, I tied a ribbon around a goodwill bowl and cut up some scrapbook paper to fill it full of our thankful thoughts.

And there you have it. The Castrodale Thankful Jar tradition is born.

PS: My mom and dad (and hopefully Tyler!) will be here in 6 days. SIX DAYS! :)

...and there were biscuits...

We were so super excited to have my grandparents visit this weekend. They drove in from Black Mountain, NC and we packed the days full of food and quality time and great conversation. I loved every single minute of it.

First on the list, learn how to make biscuits. And I was almost successful!

After we made a mess in less than 5 minutes, we had a pan of biscuits ready to go in the oven. They came out quite tasty, although a little flat. The good news is that Nanny thinks it's the flour and not me. So I'm going to get a new bag and see if I can perfect them. The key: knead 10 times. Overdo it and you'll end up with something similar to the plastic biscuits in my Sesame Street kitchen set.

We spent Saturday frolicking around town - the farmer's market, the Habitat Restore, back home for a quick lunch and out again to Drayton Hall. Andrew and I love this plantation so much that we became members. Our first visit was when we were down here for our first anniversary. Now that we're members, we can bring guests for free. So get on down here, folks :)

Seriously, this place is beautiful. So simple, but breath-taking. The weather was gorgeous. The sun was about to set. Lovely.

Be still, my beating heart. He sure is handsome.

That last one was just for my own pleasure :)

We went to church on Sunday, had a great lunch and then they hit the road. Andrew went on his way to study and I started Christmas crafting. (Yes, I did. And I'm not ashamed.)

We really had the most awesome time. I'm so, so, so blessed to have grandparents that are as amazing as they are. Really, truly.

signed, sealed, delivered

Why, yes, it is 1:00 in the a-m. I was wide awake as of two hours ago, so I decided to get up and make myself useful. Bloggy, you sure do come in handy during times like these :) So with a cute puppy curled up at my side and eyelids that, I think, are about to be heavy, let me explain my latest time-passing endeavor...

Every year (and by every year, I mean the last two years) when I sit down to make our Christmas cards, I get reeaaally excited about it. I've designed the last two and I've loved every minute of it. I enjoy the actual design part, but I really love how personal they are. Love, love, love. So when I started thinking about our card for this year, I got a little carried away. And basically, I decided to give myself eight billion options. Here's a looksie (click to enlarge):

You like? I know we're not The Smiths, but it's a prototype, people. Go with it.

So then I thought to myself: Self, that a) took very little of your time and b) was extremely entertaining. What if I justified designing stationery by putting it on Etsy for $0.20, just to see if anyone else loved it all as much as I do?

Why, self. That's a great idea. And so that's what I did. What do I have to lose? Nothing really. Except maybe some time, but let's be honest. I've been looking for ways to lose that for a while. So, I bring you...Marvelous Prints. Custom stationery, designed by a Navy wife looking for ways to creatively pass the time. And just in time for the Christmas season!

And what about those Christmas card-ers who are looking for ways to include pictures of the fam? No worries, we'll just drop your pic right in...

Stop! I just can't stand how cute they are. This year, while you wonder about your Christmas Card options, you should stop on over at Marvelous Prints on Etsy. Let me know what you think! :)

here comes santa claus

It's no secret that I love this time of year. Love it. I never could understand why the holiday season always stressed my mom out (she's since made a resolution to enjoy it) because I have always been in love with it. Maybe I'll feel differently when we have kids and it's more travel/wrap/cook/rush than cider/movies/fires/flannel. But until then, I love it.

So today, when it's gray and cold and the gas logs are turned on and there's a puppy sleeping by my side, I've started my list. The obligatory "Things I Want to Do This Season" list. And it goes a little something like this:

• Bake A LOT of apple pies. Maybe even "invest" in one of these fancies from Williams-Sonoma.
• Make as many handmade gifts as possible for Christmas
• Host my very first Thanksgiving dinner. And pray that it's good.
• Go to the Lighting of the Christmas Tree ceremony downtown
• Go to the Christmas Parade of Boats downtown (a bunch of boats get decked out in Christmas lights and drive by the battery)
• Go to the Christmas parade downtown, which I'm sure includes bigger floats than the parade in Youngsville. No offense, precious hometown.
• Go to NYC (yessssss) and watch the following movies in preparation: Home Alone, Elf, and Miracle on 34th St.
• Watch these other movies, just in the spirit of Christmas: Christmas Vacation, Polar Express, Charlie Brown Christmas, How the Grinch Stole Christmas, A Christmas Carol, Claymation (duh), Love Actually and It's a Wonderful Life. Ambitious? Yes. Have we done it every year that we've been married? Yep.
• Drink lots and lots of mulled cider.

And because this is the first year that I've had a) the money and b) the time and c) the space to craft, I have a ton of ideas just waiting to be brought to life. They include, but are not limited to:

• Thanksgiving table runner
• Thanksgiving table setting: centerpiece, napkin rings, etc
• An ornament wreath
• A Christmas tie blanket
• Christmas pillows
• Christmas table setting
• Stockings. We made some when we first got married but they're primitive and teeny. And now that I know how to sew, I want to do it right. Don't worry, I have big plans for the originals.
• DIY Christmas Cards
• Aaaaand lots of other fun things :)

So that's where I am right now. Daydreaming about the holidays and pulling out the red and green ribbon. Again I say, I love this time of year.

praying for friends, pt2

Last week, I wrote about the first time I prayed for friends. It felt a little silly at the time, but when I was immediately given the gift of community, I realized that maybe it's okay to pray for something like that. I really do believe that we were created for fellowship and companionship and community. We are relational creatures. Agreed?

So let's fast forward to now, where we've been living in a new place for the last few months. At first, everything was moving so fast that I didn't have time to think about friends. I was so excited to have Andrew home after twelve long weeks away that I really just wanted to hang out with him, my BFF. Who needs friends when you've got your long-lost hubby?

But as the weeks progressed and Andrew got more plugged in at school and I spent more time at home, our conversations went a little something like this:

Andrew: What's wrong?

Me: Nothing.

Andrew: Are you sure?

Me: Yes.

(crickets)

Me: I just...

Andrew: Yeah?

Me (commence ugly cry): I just don't have any friends! You have your friends and school and I have no one! I don't talk to anyone all day! Andrew, do you know that if I got a flat tire, I don't have anyone to call?

Andrew: You could call me, pretty girl.

Me: THAT'S NOT THE SAME!!

So I guess you could say that maybe I was a little lonely. Just a smidge.

I was feeling this way (pitiful and pathetic) for a few weeks. As we started getting more involved in the church, I was more hopeful, but still skeptical. And then I remembered the prayer that I prayed my freshman year. Was it already buried deep inside my heart? Yes. Does it sometimes help to say it outloud, practicing a faith that I know will give me the desires of my heart? Yes.

So in a tiny, sad voice...I said it. I prayed the prayer again. Just one friend.

That was three weeks ago and you wouldn't believe what happened that weekend. A friend of mine from UNC relocated to Charleston. A couple we got to know during the OCS days reported to Nuke school. A woman in our home group invited me over for dinner when Andrew was studying. Another woman from our church asked to meet me for lunch.

All of a sudden, I'm putting down roots. I'm sharing stories with women who understand these circumstances. I have friends to meet for coffee. Or a movie. Or shopping. We catch up and laugh and talk about this week's episode of Glee.

Like I said, I believe that we are relational creatures. And God knows that this daughter of his thrives on community and so naturally, He wants to bless me with that.

He's just good like that.

weekend visitors are the b-e-s-t

It's a good thing we live somewhere awesome, because we might not get visitors otherwise. And since the Navy does a good job of keeping us confined to the great state of South Carolina, I'm pretty sure we wouldn't see our amazing friends and fam if they weren't willing to come this way. And look who came this weekend!


Andrew's parents got here on Friday, just in time for dinner at our favorite Italian place. Saturday was spent downtown, enjoying some culinary delights at Poogan's Porch, popping in and out of antique stores and partaking in a fab cooking class. I first experienced this class, Charleston Cooks, during a girls weekend when Andrew was at OCS. This particular class is called Taste of the Lowcountry, where you get the history of this region's food, along with a demonstration on how to make a Lowcountry meal. Delish.

On the menu this time? Shrimp and grits, with a skillet apple crisp. Yes, please. I learned a billion things about kitchen prep and cooking and now I have an insatiable desire to go to culinary school. And buy a new chef's knife. And pots and pans. Amazing, I tell you.

We wandered around a little more, until it was getting dark. See how we're shopping here?

Courtesy of Andrew, the random photog.

And after dinner at our favorite burger dive joint, we turned in early.

Sunday, we joined our church (yay!) and it was very special to have his parents there for that. We are SO super thankful to have found this church. To say it is an answer to a prayer is such an understatement. Really.

We're grateful to still be within driving distance of family. It makes such a huge difference when we start to feel a little homesick and isolated. I try not to think about the days when we might be across the country (or world, eeks!) because I might cry. I might just cry.

And of course, in honor of Halloween, here's our little jack-o-lantern.

He was great with the trick-or-treaters, except the kids with masks. Those made him tuck his tail and hide behind Andrew, poor guy. But other than that, he was super sweet and the kiddos loved him. He's a keeper!