Living Life as a Preacher's Wife

If you know me, you know I love babies! I have been obsessed with them for as long as I can remember. After church services you never saw me without a baby in my arms or on my hip. The first time I babysat a tiny baby on my own I was 15 and the baby was 3 months old. She screamed the whole time (I am guessing because of tummy issues) and 15 minutes before her mom came back, I finally bounced her to sleep. I will never forget that day, but it didn't stop me from wanting a baby of my own. I always longed for and wondered about the day I would have my own baby and what the baby would look like and be like. More importantly, I had always wanted a little girl I could name Natalie Ann. I would doodle her name in school on my paper and pray that God would one day bless me with a Natalie if it was in His will. Didn't matter who I married I was going to name my first daughter Natalie! (Ha, glad I found Jacob who loved the name as much as me.) And then it happened. On November 22, 2011,

"I am not going to marry a preacher" is what I told myself when I started getting old enough to date. I was so sure I did not want to be in the preaching family business again once I was old enough to start my own life...and then I met Jacob. (ha!) It's funny how so often in life you end up "eating your own words" because I sure did! When I first started talking to Jacob I flat out told him that I wasn't interested in marrying a preacher because I grew up in a preacher's family and I wanted something different. I was tired of moving, changing schools, having to let old friends go and make new ones, I was tried of starting over again. That's pretty much what my life consisted of while growing up. And right when I met Jacob I had just moved to the Roanoke, TX area and so my emotions were running high. Don't get me wrong, I wouldn't change the past for anything (well, maybe just one or two things, ha!) because it has made me the person that I

     I never knew Atlanta, Texas existed before we moved here. When Jacob first told me about it I said, "as in like Atlanta, Georgia??" Yes I am a Texan, born and raised (well for the majority of my life), and I am proud of it! But I have always been a city girl and always will be at heart.       When Jacob and I got married we lived in Austin in an apartment for the first year. He was finishing up his last year in school, and I found a part-time job as a Nanny for a family with 2 kids. People might think that Austin is a terrible place to live with all the traffic and the "hippies", but to be honest once we got accustomed to living there we didn't even think anything of it. Sure there was traffic, people didn't know what a blinker was, and there was some weird people, but we were close to every thing, we had a great congregation there (one at which my dad met my mom in and even got married at), lots of friends near by, and it's the capitol of Te

So I am new to this whole blog thing for the most part. I had a tumblr when I first started dating my hubby and that was pretty much only used for venting my feelings somewhere where no one I knew could read it, unless I wanted them to. Now being a new year and having a family of my own, I thought I might give a blog a try and see if it is something I would like to keep up with. Well I rang in the new year with the flu...not something I planned on doing and it was quite miserable. A few days before New Years I got the flu and was cooped up in my room for 2 1/2 days to keep J and N from catching it. It lingered for about 5 days till I felt 100% myself again and that was after a doctors visit and a shot. I am feeling much better now and was able to get out today and go to worship yesterday for the first time in over a week. Being cooped up in the room without seeing N for 2 days straight was one of the hardest things I've had to do with her. Even though she was in the same house I