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Vacation Mayhem

Each summer we’ve spent here in Waco, there comes a point in late June when it gets so hot, and the kids fight or spend way too much time playing Xbox. That’s when it time for vacation. Well, it was a bit of a crazy vacation this year. I wrote about the good, bad, and crazy for Waco Moms Blog here

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Fighting to Flourish – the American Dream

In Tucson, Arizona, visiting family

Why I Moved to Waco? That’s the question, right? We have been living here two years, nine months. We moved here for a job, but why would we take a job in Waco, Texas from San Diego, California? For the answer to a dream. We wanted a house, less stress, less debt, a better place to be a family. Follow God’s path for us.

Over the past couple years, I’ve received numerous emails and Instagram DM’s from people who live all over the country but mostly in California who tell me they identify with this desire to find a better land.

A better land – it’s a heart’s desire that can be found back in the pages of history.  The Israelites, God’s chosen people, picked up and moved with everything they could carry to exit the land of Egypt where there was food, water, and shelter.  They had the basic necessities, but they were slaves living a life of bondage.

There are many forms of bondage.  We can be slaves to work, our fears, another person, to the “man” i.e. debt, the expectations placed upon us by society, our parents, our environment. The American Dream says we have the right to be successful and achieve status if we work hard enough.  We tell our kids to stay in school, study hard, volunteer, stand out and get into the “right” school, so you can reach whatever pinnacle you DREAM.  What we don’t usually tell them is what that pursuit can cost.  Without a pure motivation, that pursuit can be for all the wrong reasons.  The adage “at all costs” goes hand in hand with “money doesn’t buy happiness.”

“Whoever trusts in his riches will fall, but the righteous will
flourish like a green leaf.” {Proverbs 11:28}

So if life’s big purpose doesn’t lie in having the biggest house, or the best college education, then how do we realign our dreams to find happiness, fulfillment, and contentment?

What are your dreams?

Are you a stay-at-home mom looking to be back in the workforce but wondering how you’ll ever give up what your life looks like now?  Are you afraid of that might look like?

Are you working a job that makes great money and pours into others but leaves you feeling dried up? Maybe you’re looking to step back from your career a bit and lean into raising your family.

Maybe your reality is drowning under a mountain of dirty diapers, laundry, and dishes, and all you need is a little time to get out from under all the monotonous responsibilities and be able to appreciate the sunshine and outdoors.

The truth is that we women have to face this struggle of finding our place, and sadly it usually means toting a bag of guilt under a hat of shame.  Fulfillment doesn’t come from a paycheck or what car you drive or how many kids you’re raising or how clean your house is.

Recently, my fourteen year old son and I were discussing school and being motivated for a future; he asked me, “What did you want to be, Mom? Did you want to be a mom and stay home and do laundry?”  It’s a good question.  The answer is yes.  I chose this for this season of my DREAM.  My mom did the same thing.  Of course there are trade-offs, and there are different paths I could have or still might pursue.  THAT is the American Dream.  Most importantly to me (and what I told him) is that I get to choose.  And yes, we discussed that it’s not just laundry and dishes.  He knows, but he’s a teenager.

The age-old proverb “All that glitters is not gold” holds true in every century.  We can’t just go for the shiniest option.  We need to go for what we’re called to be in the middle of – whether that’s running a corporation or running a household.

Find your joy today.  Step out in faith if it’s somewhere you’re scared to go.


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Where I’ve Been


Photo by Rachel Whyte

These past few months have been a slipped by in a frenzy.  I have been writing less that’s for sure, but not as little as my blog seems to reflect.  For the past 10 months, I’ve been writing for Waco Moms Blog twice a month, so I thought it was time that I post a link here to what I’ve been sharing over there!

2017 was a blur, and I have higher hopes for 2018.  I refuse to declare “resolutions” per se, but I do have expectations of what I hope to accomplish and goals for myself and my family.

  • As a family, we are going to do more Bible devotions together – so far, we’re using our phone apps and do the plans together.  It’s been so sweet to hear the kids daily responses to what they’re reading and being challenged by.
  • I still have aspirations to publish the book that’s about 85% written
  • Along with the above, I want to attend a Writers’ Conference
  • Perhaps while at said conference, I will get myself a literary agent
  • I’ve written enough about my failing housekeeping skills.  I’m going to own them now and one-up myself by making a weekly schedule and paying myself a housekeepers fee.  I’ll put that money aside for something special. Boom.
  • Pray daily for the big things in life that have not been answered in years.  Ex: getting out of school loan debt
  • Eat more fruits and vegetables – this is a family challenge. Gotta replace those refined sugars and empty carbs!
  • Finally get our master bath updated from torn-off wallpaper dry wall and hot water in my sink (shut off because it was dripping)!  The bids are coming in, and we should be able to start demo in the next week or two.


  • Choose joy – I’m wanting to see the upside more and find more to be thankful for in every tough situation.  I figure it can’t hurt in this season of raising teenagers.  They have enough angst for the rest of us!


  • My word of the year – FLOURISH – who doesn’t want to do that?  At first I thought, “Thanks, God for offering me a word of hope that doesn’t feel like work.” Then I looked up the definition: “to be in a vigorous state; thrive; to be successful; prosper; to grow luxuriantly, or thrive in growth.”  When a flower blooms, if you watch it in slow motion, there is so much happening.  It is an effort to be sure, but it appears effortless because it is not being watched in the between blooming.  We live life, and the blooming is the embellishment that fills in the process of what is happening.


“Whoever trusts in his riches will fall, but the righteous will flourish like a green leaf.”
Proverbs 11:28

“They are planted in the house of the Lord; they flourish in the courts of our God.”
Psalms 92:13

“Is not my house like this with God? For He made an everlasting covenant with me ordered in all things and secure. For this is all my salvation and all my desire; will He not make it flourish?”
II Samuel 23:5

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Year Two in Waco



As of today, we have lived in Waco two years!  It hardly seems possible.  I don’t know that I officially pass as a Texan, but there are many ways we have adapted to our new home state.  We still miss water and mountains and have found a snake and other nasty critters in our backyard (all harmless), but we have also hit some big mile markers.

Settling into our new home

Obviously, we love our home!  We’ve been living in it for fourteen months and though we don’t have every wall decorated perfectly and still have an original master bath (I’ve torn down the wallpaper at least), we can honestly say we feel settled in.  There are maybe a few boxes hidden in closets, but they are the things I have excuses not to deal with.  I’ve managed to keep about 2.5 indoor plants living, and we only lost a few of our front yard trees/bushes (I’m blaming the winter freeze).

Getting a Dog

She has been a part of our family for a few months now.  It’s been an adjustment.  I am still not a dog person, but I see how much the kids love her.  One more mommy sacrifice.  Her hair and strange herding behaviors with random people and my husband still make me sooo frustrated though.  Just like raising kids, we go through seasons.  The good news is each season is a little less difficult than the last – whining and barking are down.  But dog breath – wow, that’s a tough one to take.


Completing Junior High and Grammar School

Our kids are now twelve and fourteen and entering seventh and ninth grade.  It’s baffling.  These two years have been huge milestones, and I know that the upcoming six years will be filled with so many more, I will hardly have time to take them all in.  We entered the world of dances, cell phones, and shaving.  Next up: make-up, driving, and dating. Yikes.

More Involvement in the Community

We have friends and a life group and ties to many locals through school, work, even Instagram.  As most parents, we’re chameleons to the needs and involvements of our kids – each sport or activity becomes our current world.  My husband got back into the triathlon world this year.  The race ended up in a near tornado storm cancellation in the middle of the race!

Infinite amounts of Yardwork

No, really.  Winter is a nice break from the Texas heat, but then there are the INSANE amount of leaves.  We have 50+ trees in our backyard and 90% of them lose their leaves.  Yes, we are doing our own yard work (mostly my husband), and as he has slowly been shaping, cleaning, and redesigning the backyard as time and money allow, the people at the dump think he MUST own a landscape business!

More Travel

We promised ourselves that the move to a new part of the country would lead us to travel to new places.  While we haven’t reached international status yet, we did finally make it to the East Coast!  We spent two weeks this summer driving 3,700 miles through 15 states and saw big bucket list places like New York City, Washington DC, and the Atlantic Coast at Virginia Beach.  As silly as it might seem, I think the drive across the Chesapeake Bay Bridge and Tunnel was one of the most memorable.  We made it just before sunset and that sixteen miles of driving across the water (and under it) was just magical.  I only wish I had been able to capture a decent photo of the bridge.  We took plenty of others:

Brooklyn Bridge
Virginia Beach
Lincoln Memorial
Shehawken Lake in PA

Hopes for Year Three

Year Three has begun, and I can’t wait to see what amazing surprises God has in store for us.  One day at a time, with the promise that He will be with us and guide us according to His will.  I’m praying for more writing opportunities, more community involvement, and maybe another (dry) triathlon for the hubby!  I’m also so thankful for all the new people I’ve met through this venue.  It also makes me laugh when I have encounters like the one I recently had with a woman in Marshalls.  We had met once at a local restaurant months before as connected by our kids being at the same school.  We talked briefly at Marshalls, and she admitted she didn’t remember my name.  A few moments later, she said, “this might be weird, but are you ‘whyimovedtowaco’ on Instagram?  Isn’t this a weird world we live in now?”  It’s fun to hear so many stories of others who are seeking God’s will about where to live or their experiences while here in Waco.

Where Else to Find Me

I have been posting less on this blog because I have been contributing on the Waco Moms Blog for the past 6 months!  You can find more of my posts there or my random photo and thought posts on my Instagram account.

Blessings to y’all.

“Being confident of this, that he who began a good work in you will be carry it on to completion until the day of Christ Jesus.” Philippians 1:6

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When Time Flies in Texas

We moved into our house 1 year ago already!  Isn’t it funny how quickly the waiting period for something greatly anticipated suddenly becomes ordinary and almost a hazy memory?  We left the Southern California coast in all it’s perfect scenery and weather and a picture pretty life in exchange for something different.

We’re settling into our new phase of life; year two is almost down and I can officially say that it feels like time has flown.

I have some specific ways I can verify that we feel like we aren’t the new kids in town.

I’ve started talking about life here in years instead of months.

The one year anniversary of moving into the home I felt would never happen a year ago passed almost without notice.

I drive around the town without using a map app or even thinking much about how to get there; instead, I wonder if I should take one of three ways I know I could get there.

We get connected to other newbies in town who want to know how well we’ve adjusted.

When I talk to my husband, we’re both able to use names of the people in our community without descriptors like a last name or “the guy who works in marketing.”

I feel like I say the “the” before I refer to a freeway number less and less.

I say y’all without even realizing (not much but sometimes).

I sort of know where the small towns are that others mention they’re from.

We are less surprised by the randomness of Texas weather where it can rain at any moment!

Our kids now think athletic brand clothing is way cooler than surf brands and can run three miles in 80 plus degrees and 85% humidity.

We still miss the coast many days, especially as we are entering those hot mid-summer days where the heat index is 100+.  We have to constantly remind each other that what we said goodbye to there was hard, but what God is daily teaching us is new and unexpected.  No place is perfect.  We survive each day He has given us with enormous servings of grace.

Each new season of life is filled with adjustment.  We have a son entering high school and our daughter is officially in junior high.  We are in THAT stage.  We could be empty nesters in six years.  These are the days to hold on to.  I’m thankful for our health, a home, kids who still like us most days, and a faith-filled hope that we have purpose here on earth.

As we celebrate our nation’s independence, I also celebrate our independence as a family who sees the head of our house more often, who own a piece of the American dream, and can “afford” (I say that loosely as the truth is what Americans ever feel they can afford it all) everything we NEED.

Enjoy this holiday and thank God for the freedoms you have and the ability to appreciate all the little things one day at a time whether you’re limping or dancing.  In a blink of an eye, you’re suddenly in a new place, age, or phase of life.

“I have spoken to you with great frankness; I take great pride in you.  I am greatly encouraged; in all our troubles my joy knows no bounds.”  II Corinthians 7:4

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What’s Your Go-To?

img_3715We can all agree that real life is NOT what we post on social media.   So when you don’t feel like pretending to be Captain America or the world and all it’s REALNESS just can’t be handled for an hour or two, what do you find yourself falling back on?  A good Christian response would be “fall on my knees and pray.”  But when you don’t, and you try to just get away…

What’s your go-to?

What’s your habit of comfort that lets you JUST BE?  My mom curls up with a book and reads.  I have a friend who hand letters the most beautiful words and phrases.  Another friend needs to surf as much as he can find the time to do so.  My husband loves to run or cycle for miles and miles.  I’ve had many “go-to’s” throughout my life –  they’ve ranged from talking on the phone to napping, chocolate to Facebook, writing to reading, running to working out (those who know me, stop laughing).  One of my latest go-to’s has been Hallmark movies, especially the mystery ones.  It probably has everything to do with my love of story – obviously, a Literature major/writer loves a good story.  Not that I would compare good literature to a Hallmark movie.

I’ve joked with friends before that I am a bit of an agoraphobic.  I get this weird obsession with staying home.  If I have plans, it’s not a problem.  My kids are never late to school; I’m always up for lunch with a friend.  But if my calendar is free from appointments, I’m all about staying in my pj’s and being a homebody.  And I make all kinds of excuses to myself to not leave the house unless I ABSOLUTELY have to.  And since I’ve already revealed how much I love housework, I like to use the tv as my companion to laundry, dishes, and the occasional floor cleaning.  I’m not a music person.  I almost never turn it on at home.

Doesn’t everyone need an escape sometimes?

We can’t go on vacation every week, and going outside means making oneself physically appropriate (No, I don’t shower everyday, and yes, I have been seen at stores with no makeup and in workout clothes).

The big question is how do we not let habits control us?  Going to the gym is so good for us, but it could become a bad thing.  Does anyone actually want to be labeled gym rat, bookworm, or tv junkie?

I think my go-to is an ok thing when it’s occasional.  Lately, I find too many go-to’s might be me subconsciously avoiding hearing God’s voice.  You know what I mean, right?  When you know He’s been trying to tell you something, but you haven’t quite figured it out, OR you don’t want to hear what He’s been saying.  Maybe it’s something scary or uncomfortable or just plain difficult.

God can speak over the loudness though.  He can speak through movies, books, your child, or even in your dreams.  But I think I’m leaning towards a new mode of go-to…service. I did happen to listen to a church message recently that I heard the speaker say, “if things in life aren’t going to way you think they should be going, go serve.”  Wait, don’t avoid or hide from the pain, trial, or difficult circumstance?  Don’t just eat a cupcake?  Well, shoot.

We can serve in areas where we either feel a passion or we feel a need to make a difference.  Or we can purposefully surround ourselves by like-minded people.  And in those moments of selfless sacrifice, we may find something we didn’t know about ourselves.

For example, my husband loves to cook and build things.  He makes yummy desserts and delicious meals, or he can build an awesome bench or bookcase.  He does these things for us often, but he’s willing to do them for others too, which I may or may not volunteer him for more than I should.  I know these service projects give him a chance to share himself and go beyond the day-to-day monotony of life with its never-ending to-do’s.

When I’m not signing my husband up to make something, I tend to lean towards spending time at my kids’ school or helping others shop for something specific – a new dress for an event or a new rug for their home.  Thankfully, this helps me get out of the house too, so I try to schedule a few things every week.

So, what if you can’t think of a productive go-to?  I’ve worked on a list of ideas.  Jot down what comes to your mind and look into it.

  1. Volunteer – Go help women, children, animals…whatever you feel passionate about.  There are so many amazing schools that need volunteers to read to kids, shelters that need more hands, or events that need more bodies to show up

    A costume closet I dug through for a 6th grade production
  2. Make something – If you don’t know how to make something you wish you could, I’m guessing there is someone who could show you how – either a friend or a paid expert.  Maybe you could learn how to sew or hand letter or woodwork.  And maybe once you learn, you can do it for others.

    Bake cookies for someone
  3. Be active – find trails, ride or rent a bike or a kayak or paddleboard, try a new class doing something you’ve never tried before!IMG_1265
  4. Be Quiet – take some quiet time and really LISTEN.  What do you hear?  Appreciate life and take time to hear nature and God speak to your soul.IMG_2885
  5. Dance – this is something I have NOT done enough of in my life.  You can have a dance party for one in your bedroom or go to a dance fitness class, but go increase those endorphins!
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    Whatever you do, hold yourself accountable but also give yourself plenty of grace.  We are all doing life one day at a time.

I know that there is nothing better for people than to be happy and to do good while they live. That each of them may eat and drink, and find satisfaction in all their toil—this is the gift of God.” Ecclesiastes 2:12-13 


Welcome the Newest Member of our Family


Big things have happened since our last Big House News


No, we are not having a baby.  For those of you who ready my post on Waco Moms Blog about To Dog or Not to Dog, you know the history behind our dog hunt.  After this post, we followed a recommendation from one of the blog readers and attended an All Breed Rescue event at Gander Mountain.  One of my sisters who I like to refer to as the “dog expert” happened to be visiting the same weekend.  So she accompanied/dragged us to the event.  She took the kids ahead of time to scope out their top picks before my husband and I arrived.  The first two were not pulling my heartstrings; truthfully, it takes a lot to pull mine anyway.  Just as I was working on the right words to coerce them to give up for now and head back home, they spotted a really cute mini Australian Shepherd.  She was getting a lot of attention, but we waited.  We got a turn to meet, pet, and talk to her foster mom.

She was two years old and had been in foster care for about three weeks.  This particular rescue was not looking to hand off the dog that day, but we were told we could fill out an application online and that it would be taken in order of acceptance. My sister emailed me the application before we even left.  My husband filled it out when we got home.

As I explained in my previous post, our kids have waited patiently for a dog for many years.  The five days following their meeting of this sweet potential adoptee was hard for them.  They asked each day if we’d heard back on the application, and we told them very little.  I didn’t want them to get their hopes up.  The truth was that we had heard back and after a phone call and home visit (while the kids were at school), we had agreed to a “sleepover” to determine if she belonged in our family.  As silly as some have said the process sounds, I have to say I appreciate that they cared just as much about the dog’s wellbeing as they did for our potential allergies to the dog.

So, five days after meeting her, Reyna came to our house.


I’ll be honest.  It was a rough night.  She was scared and unsure of why she’d been left at our house.  She spent that first evening pacing the front of the house peering at the windows, probably waiting for her foster mom to come back.  We knew she was crate trained but had spent most of her time in foster care sleeping with her foster mom.  We all agreed that sleeping in the bed with potential allergy issues was not a good idea.  I knew it wouldn’t be easy especially seeing the level of attachment she’d already formed with her foster mom.

Her anxiety level was so high that she wouldn’t go to the bathroom and barely even sat down that first evening.  She whined in the crate off and on the entire night, and soon after we let her out of the crate she had an accident inside.  It was mostly our fault.  But despite all these setbacks, we knew she had a sweet disposition and after discussing with the foster mom, we decided to give her an extra night to see if she’d settle in and be sure that no one’s allergies flared up.

That second day was quite the adventure.  She basically went to the bathroom (outside) almost every hour, and the next night she had an accident in the crate.  We knew her vet records were clear and we’d been assured that she’d never had an accident in foster care.  She was still pretty skittish but definitely desired affection.  She accidentally pulled off the leash when we had her out front and she ran away.  But my runner kids handled it great.  They followed her about six houses away where she cowered in the doorway of a neighbor’s house.  I had grabbed the car, so when I arrived, my son scooped her up and put her in the car. There was never a sign of aggression with her, only fear and confusion.  She ate her meal voraciously, and we settled her into the crate for the second night.  She was not happy to go in and still whined off and on in the night, but her third day was leaps and bounds better.

At the end of the third day, we signed adoption papers.  She acted at first like she didn’t recognize her foster mom, but once she smelled her, it was like an explosion of energy erupted within her.  We saw more activity from her than we’d seen since she’d been left at our home.  I took it as a sign of hope that she would get to this level soon since she’d only been with her a few weeks.

We are approaching the two week mark, and she’s mostly stopped whining in the crate (except when initially put in).  She sleeps well and is learning to trust us more and more.  We’ve overcome digestive issues and a visit to the vet to confirm nothing was wrong except anxiety (and possibly the result of an edible bone that was meant for a dog twice her weight – oops), and we’ve learned that sometimes she eats too fast and will puke up her food minutes later.

She has definitely decided that I’m the Alpha despite my attempts to encourage her to attach to ANYONE else in the family.  It was inevitable, right?  I am home with her, and she wants to be where I am.  And Momma won’t let the dog get away with anything, so I guess tough love wins the day.

Don’t worry, she loves the kids, and they give her all kinds of attention and affection.  They so far pick up all the mess and are learning more about dog care than they realized even existed.  They are learning how to teach her commands and tricks, and she is coming more alive with each day.  We decided to keep her name, so she didn’t have to add anymore confusing changes to her world.  The name Reyna means “Queen,” and she likes to sit regal-like and stare at us when she’s still figuring out who we are and what exactly we expect from her.



There are lots of adventures to come; we are learning how to do everything differently now that we have to consider Reyna: going to bed, the morning routine, and planning vacations.  I am thankful for this new learning adventure where I am asking the Lord to give me patience and wisdom about this different kind of baby who’s taking up my time and adding to my load of responsibilities.  Right now, I’m still doing it out of obligation to my kids, but I will admit that she’s a pretty good fit for our family.  Maybe I’ll be a “dog person” yet.

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Wood Floors, Marble, and Shiplap, Oh My!

Pendant lights – Sea Gull Lighting Heirloom Bronze from

The lights and cameras are gone; the Magnolia trucks have pulled away, and we live here!  It was so much fun reliving the fun experience of filming the show and filling in the blanks of what our house looked like from Demo Day to Reveal Day.  Honestly, it was not the easiest process for us beyond just the fact that we are introverts exposing ourselves on a television show.  The whole process of spending money for a “dream house” makeover is very foreign.

Quick clarification after the sudden surge of readers to my blog – I am not writing any of  this for money.  No one is paying me to write, maybe someday, but for now I am writing because I love to write, and I feel like it’s God-inspired.  I’m convinced writers never write for glory but because “writers write.”  It’s like those people who run or paint or draw or letter or handstand or dance.  You can’t stop the passion.  (You can try to hide from it though.)

Speaking of hiding, sometimes I hide from making big decisions.  Growing up, my sisters and parents would say I was the bossy oldest child, but I also grew into more of a “stay under the radar” kid most of the time.  I would agree to things based on the ease of moving on with life.  When we got married, I was agreeable to just about anything that streamlined the process and lightened my parents’ costs.  Fast forward twenty-two years, and my husband is so sweet to almost always say “yes” to me (even when I beg him not to if it’s not a good idea.)  I’m not at all implying I’m easy to get along with or merely a follower.  I just happen to be content with letting whoever has the loudest preference be happy.  Obviously, I speak out plenty at home – and none of this applies to my mothering!

As I’ve indicated before, our early married life was a financial struggle (isn’t everyday for most of us?), and we have learned to live such budgeted, careful lives that I actually have a really hard time spending money and choosing new, high ticket items (Target is a vortex however).  We’ve bought one new vehicle in our 22 years, and I regretted that decision after about six months.  We’ve never owned brand new appliances (except for a microwave).  We had one rental house that had new appliances and it was kind of intimidating.  We’ve owned three homes and none were new builds.  We did DIY updates to the first two, and they were always filled with the most cost efficient options.

So the idea of choosing all the finishes for a home renovation was daunting.  Thankfully, Joanna and her team made the process much easier.

Thank you for all the kind words in your responses here on the blog and on Instagram.   I love our house and couldn’t wait to fill the house with our belongings and really make it “home.”

Countertops – Carrera marble / Custom hood – Minwax stain: Special Walnut and Classic Grey / Hardware and faucets – / Cabinet paint – Sherwin Williams Alabaster / Sink – Kohler from Ferguson’s


Floors – Vinyl plank Van Gogh Hessian Oak by Karndean / Shiplap and fireplace paint – Sherwin Williams Alabaster / Custom shelves and mantel – Minwax stain: Special Walnut and Classic Grey
Front doors – Golden Oak & Classic Grey / Door handles – / Exterior Lights – Shades of Light / Siding color – Sherwin Williams Natural Tan / Trim paint – Sherwin Williams Pavestone


Ezekiel 34:26 “I will make them and the places surrounding my hill a blessing.  I will send down showers in season; there will be showers of blessing.”


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When We Moved To Waco, We Never


May 2015 – before we knew we would move to Waco just 3 short months later!

We never planned to move to Waco.  It just came about.  When people here ask us “what brought you to Waco?” I think they expect to hear the common answer of “Baylor” or “we grew up here.”  But we say, “God.”  Because the truth is that it didn’t completely make sense to uproot our family from where we had friends, a job, and a place with a ocean view.

When we say we moved here from San Diego, the usual response is “Oh, it’s so pretty there!” or “I love the ocean” or “Why?”.  When we said we were moving to Waco, I know many of our friends, family, acquaintances, and others have said, “You should be on Fixer Upper!” (after some of them said the expected references to the Davidians or the bikers).  I’d guess that 50% of American households have heard of Chip and Joanna by now.  And we know that they are amazing, but they are NOT Waco.  I know people are moving here by the droves.  Literally.  The housing market is booming – the word is that it’s up 25% in just the past year.  Downtown businesses are growing, there will soon be an expanded riverwalk filled with restaurants and new businesses.  There are good things happening in Wacotown.  Magnolia and what Fixer Upper shows America is one of them.

It is fun to watch Waco scenery flash across the tv and see familiar faces we’ve met in our brief year and a half of living here.  What’s really strange about the whole Fixer Upper thing is that we will be seeing our own faces on there, on the next episode, which airs…TONIGHT!

So when I say “when we moved to Waco, we never…,” I really mean that we never thought we’d actually be ON Fixer Upper.  It all just happened.

We have had to be pretty hush-hush about the process (contractual agreements and all), but now that it is about to air…

Our family is so thankful for our home and everything Chip and Joanna have done to make that happen!

So, if you’re a Fixer Upper junkie or you just really want to see us makes fools of ourselves on national television, tune in tonight.