If you knew me...

If you knew me, you'd know...

I almost get more joy from planning a trip than I do from actually experiencing the trip.

I'm passionate about (and thankful for) relationships that the Lord has redeemed.

I could eat macaroni and cheese for every meal. No problem.

I'm practically insane. We're talking real solid mental case here.

A juicy peach can make my entire day.

I've come a long way in my fight against Perfectionism.

I need to slow down. 

Daydream about New York at least once a week.

I'm caught in the tension of feeling I need to blog, even wanting to blog, but knowing how freeing it has been to let my blog sit lonely.

I'm ridiculously thankful for the new women's bible study in my life.

I haven't crafted in months and I'm convinced my creativity is slowly leaking out of my pores.

I'm pretty much 100% Jessi, 100% of the time.

I want to know the mess that's going on in your heart.

I struggle with comparison and contentment.

I've got the travel bug like whoa.

I'm terrified and entirely excited to be a mother one day.

My "Want To Do" List is longer than I am tall.

I can't figure out if I want to hold on to these last few weeks of summer or if I want to leap into fall.

I'm motivated by overcast days and a pair of sweatpants.

A change of scenery or routine does absolute wonders for my soul.

I'm prideful. stubborn. and utterly dependent on grace.

I adore my family.

I've been getting a lot better about praying for my husband consistently.

I'm encouraged by generosity.

I see the world through a lens.

I need to learn to keep my mouth shut sometimes.

Little Letters

Dear Olympics, you and I have a love/hate relationship. I freaking love you. Like obsessed love you. Like watch nonstop love them. I am utterly sleep deprived, insanely emotional and well, let's just say I've abandoned all responsibilities for the last week as you consumed my life. I feel no shame. In fact, I think the whole world should stop during the Olympics. One day, ONE DAY... I will see them live.

Dear August, You are OBESE with of out-of-town visitors. It's awesome. Friends from North Carolina, Rome, Mississippi, Texas, Maryland... gah it's insane. Our days are packed to the brim with those we hold dear.

Dear Nail Polish Remover, You don't work anymore. Maybe you're expired or something? I don't know, but I'm pretty sure you're supposed to remove the nail polish off my nails. You don't do that AT all. #fail

Dear Time, How is it August? Someone please tell me. (Okay, don't... I know the order of the months). But seriously, where the heck did this year go? Where did the summer go? As much as I absolutely love summer, I'm supes stoked for Fall. We're closing out summer with a trip to visit our friends in Texas and what's Fall without a little weekend getaway to the city? This year, we're stealing away for a couple days to explore Boston. I can't wait.