Growing up, my mom always prepped us for the New Year by making us clean out our entire home. Weeks prior to the New Year, we would spend our weekends cleaning out all closets, all kitchen cabinets, all bathroom cabinets, and all the floors. Any space in our home, big or small, would have the New Year clean. Now that I am older, I find myself doing the same in my home. It is very true when they say, “train up a child in the way he should go, and even when he is old he will not depart from it” (Proverbs 22:6). I randomly find myself doing any and everything my mother taught me, and majority of the time I cannot stop it. I’ve digressed. Let’s continue.
Today has been hard for me. This is my first thanksgiving AWAY from my family (mom, siblings, cousins etc), but my first Thanksgiving WITH my husband – a bittersweet combination.
One word that holds so much meaning to me is “moving.” I never took time to think about the word until about 2 years ago. Moving is a simple word that I find myself using way more times than I thought I would. I’m from a very tight family and we are all very close. I was the girl who claimed during my entire childhood that I would live with my mom forever. I was so serious. Obviously, those were my plans. God had other plans for me.
We are all at different chapters in our life. Your friends may be doing the total opposite of what you are doing, and that's okay. We all should embrace the current moment and celebrate it. Do not let someone else belittle you because they are not able to compare their current moments with yours, and vice versa. This moment in your life is not going to be here for long. Celebrate it. Embrace it. Capture it with pictures. Make memories.
Below I will briefly discuss and answer three (silly) questions I am often asked about regarding my interracial marriage. Please keep in mind that these questions are questions that people, either friends or family, usually ask me. These are my answers and they are not to generalize a certain group of people. I am exclusively answering the questions from my experience before and after I entered an interracial relationship. I am completely aware that your views may differ and that you may agree or disagree.
My senior year in high school and freshman year in college were two of the most difficult years in my life. As I look back and reflect on those years, I do not know how I made it out emotionally. It is really God's grace.
Welcome, welcome, and welcome!
As some of you may know, Max and I relocated to Little Rock, AR from San Angelo, Texas. Max was offered a basketball coaching position, Yay!!! It it because of this that we moved. I know many people thought it was random. It was not random, and we enjoyed every bit of our year in San Angelo!