home.

Home.  for the last year, this is the thing I have longed for most.

On March 9th, 2016, devastating flood waters swept across our town and left many without their homes, businesses, and churches.  I was eight months pregnant with our first baby when water began seeping into our home underneath the baseboards.  within thirty minutes, there was a foot of water in our home.  we stood there hopelessly as we watched the life we had built in our tiny white house nearly fall apart.  I have never felt such despair.  it was a moment I will never forget.

We left our home that day with only what we could carry.  from the street, I wept as I watched our house fill with water, covering all of our belongings + our most treasured possessions.  that day, we said goodbye forever to our tiny white house.  this was the home I found driving around one day, signed the lease the next day, and sat empty for five months until our wedding.  this was the home my husband carried me across the threshold the night of our wedding.  this was the home we learned so much about love and loss and marriage and forgiveness and life.  this is the home we planned to bring our baby home to the very next month.  but in a moment, everything changed.

The weeks that followed were a blur, marked with tears, disbelief, fear, exhaustion.  we moved in with my parents indefinitely.  I was so grateful they took us in, but still heartbroken about the loss of our home.  people told me how nice it would be to have all the help once the baby arrived, but truthfully, I wasn’t exactly thrilled about stepping into parenthood with an audience.  I remember crying most of the month of March and a lot of the month of April.  in addition to the flood uprooting us and the pregnancy hormones and preparing for a baby and all the changes that would take place upon the baby’s arrival, the job I had loved and held for five years was changing.  for the first time in four summers, I wouldn’t spend my days with the children I nannied.  and in the fall, Andy would begin kindergarten so they wouldn’t need me at all. it was just a lot at once.  I know I was an absolute pleasure to be around during those weeks.

"it's just stuff."  I heard this more than once.  and it's true, it is just stuff.  it's only temporary.  in the grand scheme of things, it doesn't matter.  but let me tell you this: I love my stuff.  probably a little too much.  days after the flood, I was going through what had been salvaged and I came across a damp index card.  it read: "if you're identified by what you have, who are you when you lose it all?"  my Sunday school teachers in middle school had asked that question and I held onto it all these years.  I wept as I read it, never having understood the gravity of it and that I would be in a place where I'd have to ask myself this.

Some mentioned that the flood was a "blessing," or would turn out to be.  this was laughable to me in those first few days, even months.  however, I was overwhelmed by how we were blessed through this trial.  men in boats and trucks helped my family and others to salvage what we could.  people helped with the flood relief.  people gave to us.  I saw with my own eyes the church being the church.  I saw people we knew + loved and some who barely knew us before the flood love us in a way that only the Father can. 

and because of the flood, I was given one of the sweetest seasons in time with my family.  I learned so much about home this year, and how it doesn't matter so much where you are, but who you're with. and people were right—all that help with the baby was nice.

the next month, we welcomed our son into the world.  the days following that were filled with joy, tears, and hope.  in a time of darkness, the Lord so sweetly showed me how much He loves me, through His constant + timely provision and in the way He trades beauty for our ashes.  every time I held our baby or saw him smile, I felt as if the Lord was saying to me, "I know a lot has happened, but here's this really great thing I made just for you."  His goodness is overwhelming.

life got a lot sweeter after the baby arrived.  we adjusted to a new normal.  we began saving as much as we could in hopes of buying a home.  and then we waited.  and waited.  and waited.  we waited for a credit score.  we waited for a house. but not just any house.  the right house.  our house.  we found a few we liked.  I could have seen us living in any of them.  they all had potential and would have been fun to fix up and call home, but the timing just wasn’t right.

in October, seven months after the flood, we found it.  I had driven past it hundreds of times and always thought it was beautiful.  in fact, the afternoon we went to look at it with our incredible realtor, I passed by it earlier that day not knowing it was for sale and thought, “wow.  now that’s my dream house.” I never imagined it would be mine.  two months later, we signed the papers.  and now it’s ours.

I have seen firsthand how the Lord provides.  I’ve seen this throughout my entire life, from childhood to adulthood.  He was always faithful to provide great friends in all the places we lived growing up and He has been our joy + provision in the unknown.  I know He will provide, though I struggle at times with unbelief.  but one of my favorite parts of this story is not just what He provided, but how He provided.  not just a house, but a home.  a home that was better than I ever could have dreamed of.  a home that was immeasurably more

we've spent the last three months renovating this home.  it has been an adventure, to say the least.  I'm sure my husband would say that's putting it nicely.  it wasn't a major fixer upper, it just needed a little love... and some fresh paint, new flooring, bathroom updates, de-popcorned ceilings, a revamped staircase, and all new light fixtures + hardware throughout. but that's it really.

it was certainly a challenge.  that needs to be said.  but it was fun, too.  of course, fixing up a house has always been a dream of mine.  so while it's not for everyone, this kind of thing is right up my alley.

we are so grateful and humbled and I can't wait to share more about this adventure and our renovation story on the blog!

"now to him who is able to do immeasurably more than all we ask or imagine, according to his power that is at work within us, to him be glory in the church and in Christ Jesus throughout all generations, forever and ever! amen."
Ephesians 3:20-21

"and He determined the times set for them and the exact places where they should live. God did this so that men would seek him and perhaps reach out for him and find him, though He is not far from any one of us."
Acts 17:26-27

"for every house is built by someone, but the builder of all things is God."
Hebrews 3:4

baked parmesan sweet potatoes.

for the first time in the history of the tiny white house, I have a recipe I'd like to share with you! it's one of my all-time favorites. it's easy. it's delicious. and it's healthy, if you're into that sorta thing.

I discovered it on 

. like so many others, I am constantly pinning recipes that I'd like to try. what kinds of recipes? all kinds of recipes! I have a board for every food group, just about. I once mentioned on Twitter that the neat thing about my Pinterest boards is the versatility... one minute I'm pinning sweet potato recipes, the next hushpuppies. it's just the truth.

speaking of yams, that's just what I'm sharing with you today. I pinned this recipe awhile ago, but just got around to preparing it for the first time this summer. you see, I didn't know I liked sweet potatoes until this year. but don't worry, I'm making up for lost time, and it's all because of these baked parmesan sweet potatoes by Kristyn of Lil' Luna!

they're sweet, savory, and a huge hit in my kitchen. to see the full recipe, click here.

one summer night, my cousins were in town visiting, and our plans for dinner included cooking every vegetable in the garden + house. we all pitched in, preparing different dishes. my contribution? these delicious sweet potatoes. 

the entire meal was scrumptious.

 the only thing better than the presentation was the taste!

two things my mother always says: 

  1. make good choices. 
  2. make colorful choices. 

I think this counts as both. if this isn't a picture of a southern summer supper, I don't know what is!

one day a few weeks ago, lunchtime rolled around and nothing in the house sounded good, except this recipe. I was home with the baby, so I knew if I went to the trouble of making this, I would be the only one to enjoy it. normally, I wouldn't have bothered with it. but once I got to thinking about those sweet potatoes, I couldn't stop. I had all the ingredients on hand, so I was out of excuses. once the baby went down for his nap, I set to work in the kitchen.

preparing this meal gave me a chance to be still and reflect. and later, when I sat at the table to enjoy it [read: scarf it down],  I had the realization that sometimes it's nice to slow down and create something, even if you will be the only one to take delight in it. it's good for the soul.

I am so glad I slowed down that day, because I learned this simple but important lesson. I also realized this might be a recipe, and lesson, worth sharing.

I hope you enjoy it as much as I have! thanks to Kristyn for sharing!

gracie | senior session

there are so many things I love about creating and working with my hands. photography is one of those things. I must admit, though, I am a rookie. and I am okay with this. and while I'm being completely candid, I prefer to photograph still life. I enjoy capturing photos of my family and friends and pets and the children I nanny; but I prefer to shoot things that are still, that I don't have to coach, that I can arrange just so and step back and not worry about them moving. I have much respect for photographers that photograph actual human beings. I think it's honorable and challenging, and I am so glad there are people who choose this aspect of photography. I just can't handle that pressure. that, and I don't feel as though it is my calling.

but sometimes, there are exceptions to this "rule" of mine. usually these exceptions are family members or people I've birthed. sometimes it's close friends or even acquaintances.

one of my favorite exceptions to the rule and human beings in general is my younger sister. she is incredible. she's an artist. she can sing. she's athletic. she is kind and tender-hearted. she can dance. she's hilarious. she is genuine. she is brilliant. she's weird. she is beautiful. she's brave. she's so many things. so many good things. 

Gracie graduated from high school in May and I had the honor of taking her senior portraits. we had so much fun capturing these photos. some were taken in my parents' yard, some on the football field of her high school. a few were taken in front of a blue brick wall that caught her eye. some were taken in our favorite antique + thrift store, some in her favorite diner + place to get ice cream. the best part about our "shoot" is how much fun we had doing it. the other best part is that this is so her. if you know my sister, you know this is right up her alley.

but enough with the commentary! meet Gracie, my sweet baby sister who is full of life and just so much fun.

the nursery.

On August 29th, 2015, my husband and I found out we were expecting our first baby. we were stunned and so unbelievably excited. it didn't seem real for the first few months [still doesn't sometimes], but eventually it began to sink in as we began to prepare for this sweet baby and all the changes that would take place.

One of the things I was most excited about was creating a nursery. I had a vision in mind of what I would like for a boy or a girl. it wasn't a one-size-fits-all, gender neutral nursery; but it would have been very similar, regardless of the gender. I wanted simple, classic, quiet.

The day before thanksgiving, we found out we were having a boy! I was ecstatic. I've always wanted an older brother, so I always dreamed of having a boy first. this was literally a dream come true.

As excited as I was about decorating a nursery, I didn't really get started on it until March. I'm sure this surprised some; it surprised me a little. but I didn't want to jump the gun; plus, we had lots of furniture and things to shift around to make room for baby.

The day before my first baby shower, I finished the nursery. mostly, anyhow. several of my precious friends came in town for the shower and that gave me the motivation I needed to really wrap things up in the baby's room. I'd been dreaming about what I wanted our nursery to look like for months, maybe even years, and slowly gathering + collecting these items the previous eight months.

so one Friday morning, my parents came over to help bring all my dreams to life. my dad hung the curtains my mom had sewn for the room, on the curtain rod he painted the perfect shade of gold that I had searched months for. a beautiful, antique garden gate hung on the wall over the buffet [now a changing table] and a boxwood wreath hung over that, like a bow on top of a gift. my artist little sister created priceless artwork that decorated the walls, sweet watercolor paintings of baby animals. the buffet and armoire I spent hours, even weeks, restoring and refinishing looked just like they belonged, just like I envisioned. the crib that my husband so lovingly assembled sat in front of the one window in the bedroom, framing it perfectly. the crib skirt our baby's great grandmother made rested around it, gently flowing onto the carpet.

it. was. perfect. it was my new favorite room in the house. I loved walking in there. I found any excuse I could to do it. it was everything I dreamed it would be and more. 

and then on March 9th, less than a week later, our home flooded. this crazy, unexpected rain rolled into town and flooded homes, streets, businesses, churches, everything. it was devastating. and the tiny white house was no more.

So, here we were, eight months pregnant and temporarily displaced. my gracious parents have taken us in for the time being. and we had to set up a nursery. again. this time wasn't quite as fun or exciting. it was marked with tears and sadness and bitterness and even a little anger. it actually took me a little while to get around to doing anything because I had already done it all and set up this perfect [to me] nursery and then it was washed all away, along with the rest of our home.

but my family was so kind and gentle and patient and helped me to slowly pull myself together and recreate this nursery for our baby. and you know what? it's even better than I dreamed it'd be.

it is now complete, minus the little boy who will one day make his home here.

The beloved buffet-turned-changing-table that has been in the family for years did not make it through the flood. talk about heartbreaking. I cried many tears over this. then we decided to improvise with our potting bench, which used to serve as our entertainment center. this was the first piece of furniture I ever bought for our home. before we were married, I snagged it at a garage sale for forty bucks. it's one of my favorite pieces. I'm sad that the buffet couldn't weather the storm, but I love that this piece is getting use again for yet another unconventional purpose.

My sister + I created this little mobile to hang over the crib. I wanted something sweet and serene and, frankly, not stupid to use as our crib mobile. so I came up with this idea of little floating clouds made from book pages. I cut out some of my favorite excerpts from Robin Hood and used them for my clouds. you can find a diy crib mobile tutorial here.

thanks for taking a look! hope you enjoyed.

"even the sparrow has found a home, and the swallow a nest for herself, where she may have her young—a place near your altar, O Lord Almighty."
Psalm 84:3


times are changing! read about the nursery pt. ii here and the nursery pt. iii here.

the four year nanniversary.

Long ago, before I began my career as a nanny, I did a stint in college.  it was short-lived, and I thank God for that.  unlike most, I didn't love college, and it didn't like me much either.  after two universities, four semesters, six times changing my major, and zero motivation + direction, my college career ended.  I'd be lying if I said I was upset about it—now or then.  I've said it once and I'll say it again, school [specifically college] is not for everyone.

but the deal was, as my parents so gently reminded me: if I wasn't attending school, I had to work full time.  this was completely fine with me because I'd been working since the age of 12 and had a steady job up until this point.  so "work" was nothing new.  in fact, by this point, I'd had eleven jobs in about a five year span.  have you ever seen Gilmore Girls?  think Kirk.  my résumé is extensive, with work experience in fields including, but not limited to: salons, spas, sporting goods, retail, food + restaurant industry, and child care.  I even worked at a fabric store for a day.  literally one [1] day.  when I realized there would be lots of measuring involved... well that's not really my thing, so that was the end of that.  I like to think this work experience makes me well-rounded.  but the story of my jobs is a story for another time.

in her Sunday school class, my mother had heard of a family in our church who was looking for someone to take care of their children.  the hours were good, the pay was great, so I said, "SIGN ME UP!"  I'm teasing—I had to go through a strenuous interview process, background check, physical fitness aptitude test, and extensive drug testing.  kidding, again.  I did meet with them and "interview" if you want to call it that.  I liked them immediately.  they were a sweet young couple with a little girl and a baby boy.

As I mentioned earlier, I'd been babysitting for years and I'd grown up with younger siblings around, so I felt as if I was readily equipped for such a job as this.  in some ways, I was; but in others, I was not.  I knew how to change diapers, I like to think I do a good job entertaining, I'm pretty responsible [not so much with academia, but definitely with humans].  I was set.  I believe the thing I was most unprepared for is how deeply I'd fall in love with the family.  I knew I would grow somewhat attached, but I could never have fathomed the depth.

Two years into this gig, I was ready for another baby.  I found another family in our church who'd just had a sweet baby girl earlier that year.  I didn't know them well and I don't remember doing this, but one day at church I approached the mother and simply said, "I want to keep your baby while you're at work."  for reasons unknown to me, she agreed and Charlie Claire has been a part of our group ever since.

In my small, twenty-year-old brain, I don't think I thought much about the future.  I don't think I realized I would fall in love with this job and these people and that I might want to stick around for years and years.  have you ever seen The Help?  at the end of the movie, a man and his wife offer their housekeeper a job for the rest of her life, as long as she wants it.  I've had that same conversation with mine.  just call me Minnie.  we often joke about me taking care of the children until they graduate high school.

When I first began nannying for them, Alayna was two and Andy was about nine months.  when I began keeping Charlie Claire, she was about eight months.  this fall, Alayna will turn seven and Andy will turn five.  on Charlie Claire's next birthday, she'll turn three.  I cannot even believe that.  they say time flies when you're having fun, so I must be having a ball.

I've loved this job from the very beginning.  and now after four years, we've fallen into a wonderful routine.  by the end of the week, I need the weekend.  and by the end of the weekend, I'm telling my husband how much I miss my babies. 

it has, without a doubt, been the sweetest adventure.  I've gotten to witness + be a part of first steps and first words, the transition from a crib to a big boy/girl bed, potty training, losing teeth, countless birthday parties, and so many other wonderful things.  I've gotten to love on these babies and be a part of these families and it has blessed me in the richest of ways.

there are moments I feel as if I've caught a small glimpse of the kind of love a parent has for their child.  moreover, I've gained a better understanding of our Father's love for us. 

I know I won't be able to do this forever, and, as much as I plead with them, the children will grow up.  but I'm so grateful for my time with them and all they've taught me and every minute spent together.  it's been the best four years of my life. 

happy nanniversary to us, sweet babies!  here's to four more.