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Farmhouse Before & After Photos – Edward’s Room

Today I’m sharing a tour of what is now Edward’s bedroom!

When we inherited the house, the room was being used as a guest room. My grandparents had attended multiple fertilizer conferences at the Greenbrier Resort, and my grandmother was inspired to decorate one room of her house in a similar style to the resort.

The room was Grandma’s very own Dorothy Draper-style room with a canopy-style bed, red carpet, and (previously) wallpaper featuring large flowers.

Because of the red carpet and the red flowers on the wallpaper, the room was aptly dubbed, “The Red Room.”

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Keeping Perspective

My youngest sister-in-law is 18. When I met my husband, she was four. She got older (as apparently this phenomenon is known to happen).

This year is her senior year of high school. She and her mom asked if I would be able to take Libby’s senior photos. I jumped at the chance. I had new lenses for my phone, and I thought these pictures would be a great way to try them out.

So Libby came to our house on a Saturday last fall. She wanted pictures outside around our farm.

It was a blast. She was slightly different from my usual photography subjects – you know, she held still. My preschool-age sons don’t quite get that concept, and our farm cats cooperate even less.

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Five Years Home – Nasko, #prayfornasko

Five years ago, a plane touched down in Chicago, IL. It contained one passenger who would impact thousands, but most importantly, that passenger changed me.

I had high hopes when we adopted Nasko from Bulgaria. He responded positively when we taught him sign language on our trip to visit him in his orphanage. He seemed to need extra love and instruction, but progress was imminent.

It has taken me much of these past five years, but I can finally say, progress isn’t the goal.

Nasko came home and achieved. He developed, grew, and attained. We watched him explore and learn.

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Farmhouse Renovation, Before and After Photos – A Little Boy’s Bedroom

My family inherited an 1885 farmhouse a couple years ago.

This home has been in my family since it was built by my great-great grandparents. To learn more, read this post.

Today, I am finally sharing a few before and after photos of all the renovations my family has done. When we inherited the house, it had not been left empty since its construction. The newer generation would move in, and the older generation moved out.

So, let’s just say the house had a lot of stuff in it. Sorting through the house was like touring a museum – from tax receipts from the 1830s to the manufacturer info for a bedroom set purchased as the house was being finished. You’ll see as we renovated, we attempted to preserve much of the old, but modernize with new.

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Our Story

The winner of the giveaway is Angie D! She has been contacted! Thanks for participating and sharing, friends.

Some of you all are new here, so in order to get everyone on the same page, I thought I’d tell you what’s up around these parts:

My husband and I met in college, where he attempted to ask me out three times before I agreed to date him. I told him he was too country for me. I came from a town of 13,000; I was OBVIOUSLY a city girl.

Chance (that country boy I dated and who eventually tricked me into marrying him) worked as a minister the first ten years of our marriage. He worked with youth and then was an associate pastor of a church. When he transitioned into working with adults, we decided we missed the kids, and maybe we should have some of our own (BECAUSE THAT’S THE SAME).

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Books and Coffee to Love – FOR YOU!

Two things I love most in life –

Jesus and my family.

Ok, the next two things I love most in life –

Very possibly books and coffee.

Y’all know how I love to read. I’ve made that abundantly clear. And coffee? I somehow made it through college and past first-time mom and the newborn stages without it.

I DO NOT KNOW HOW I DID THAT.

When Nasko was more challenging and dangerous last year, I realized I needed something to keep me alert and awake.

Enter dirt water.

It took me a looooong while to get coffee right, but now, it’s love.

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Let Your Words Be A Recycled Toy – How We Should Speak To One Another

Some children expect a gift every time their parents go away for an evening or an overnight trip. I’m sure my children would never object to this method of lavishing love, but my three-year-old son prefers to be on the giving end.

At least 200 times each day, this darling child of mine will saunter into a room with a small object hidden in his arms. He’ll approach with a sly, sideways smile and proclaim, “Mama, I have a surprise for you!”

He’s three. He doesn’t actually have a surprise. This child doesn’t have the ability to get to the local store without someone helping him with his coat, buckling him into his car seat, and driving him five miles down the road. My son isn’t bringing me an object I’ve never seen; he has one of the toys my husband or I purchased for him.

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When You Pray Your Child Learns Scripture – A Story Too Funny Not To Share

Chance and I are so intentional about how we teach God’s Word to our sons. Reading our children’s bible is a regular part of our day. We attempt to maintain context as we quote scripture to aid in disciplining our boys. (Our current favorite verse is Proverbs 18:21 – “Death and life are in the power of your tongue. Speak life.”) Our boys know the stories in the bible are true. They observe Chance and I reading scripture regularly.

As Christian parents, we desire for our children to learn and quote scripture. Hearing one of my kids quote Psalm 23 would about do me in, as I could not handle the precious sweetness.

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He’s Just A Man Who Sits Upon An Office Chair

I’ve never been to the White House. I don’t know what color the carpet is in the second-floor hallway, and I’ve never been taken on a tour of the president’s living quarters. I haven’t seen the four-poster beds, the meeting tables, or the window treatments with my own eyes.

As I understand, presidents are allowed to redecorate upon inauguration. They can choose from the antique collections and storehouses filled with the purchases of presidents past. New carpets and rugs are uniquely woven for the men in power.

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The Post With No Pictures – A Lesson From Interaction

He came around the corner with the smile of a conqueror. He had done it! He had sculpted a masterpiece.

I was causing deeper indentions in my favorite chair, wrapped in a blanket, and warming with a book.

Edward came tearing around the kitchen counter holding a green glob of play-doh.

“I made a Christmas tree! I did it, Mama!”

He was so proud.

My boy, who has struggled with imagination and creativity, actually made a representation of something with a blob of molding clay. It really did look like a Christmas tree!

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