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Marriage year two

For the last two years, I have been one with my favorite human. Year two has been even better than year one.

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Christmas Party 2015

As expected, each day I learn more about him, and more about myself in the beautiful gift of marriage. God gave us the gift of marriage to teach us to love as Jesus loves.  In Ephesians 5 we are asked to love one another as Christ loves the church and to give ourselves to one another just as Christ gave Himself for us. We are asked to feed and care for each other just as Jesus did for the church.


I am incredibly humbled to have found a partner in George. His constant support of my dreams, career, thoughts, and ramblings give me wind beneath my wings. His goofy smile brings joy to my days. His brilliant intellect keeps me sharp and grounded.  He is handy, funny, creative, and patient.


Year two has brought lots of great memories and sweet moments shared together.  (I am working on a year- in – review post to keep as a memory of all the fun we have had).

Keystone Feb 2015

It may sound insane, but my husband impresses me most when we disagree. Call it a fight, spat, argument, whatever the severity, he always catches me off guard by turning a heated moment into an ” I love you” , “I forgive you”, or “Will you forgive me?”  It is easy to love someone when things are bright and rosy, but its another story when the feathers are ruffled.   George loves me when I am hard to love. Heaven knows, I can be stubborn. Sometimes I just want to be angry, sometimes when I am hurt, I want others to feel the pain too. Never before has my anger, embarrassment, or hurt  been met with so much love, even when I don’t feel worthy of love.


When God asked us to love like Christ loves the church, I think this is the type of love He means. When we have sinned or don’t feel worthy of God’s love He meets us with open arms, begging us to come back to Him.


George loves me with this same love, and it fills my heart.  As he embraces me in his arms, its washes away my anger and hurt. When I try to walk away or say “leave me alone” he quickly responds with, “I will never leave you alone, you are mine”.


This is one way that God has used His gift of marriage to reveal His love for me.


Here is to many more years of marriage. I look forward to the adventures, memories, and growing with you. In this next year, may we learn more about each other, ourselves, and the Lord.

Surfside TX 2015
Memphis 2015

See What I learned about one year of Marriage

See wedding posts here

1 John 4: 7-19

Dear friends, let us love one another, for love comes from God. Everyone who loves has been born of God and knows God.Whoever does not love does not know God, because God is love. This is how God showed his love among us: He sent his one and only Son into the world that we might live through him. 10 This is love: not that we loved God, but that he loved us and sent his Son as an atoning sacrifice for our sins. 11 Dear friends, since God so loved us, we also ought to love one another. 12 No one has ever seen God; but if we love one another, God lives in us and his love is made complete in us.

13 This is how we know that we live in him and he in us: He has given us of his Spirit. 14 And we have seen and testify that the Father has sent his Son to be the Savior of the world. 15 If anyone acknowledges that Jesus is the Son of God, God lives in them and they in God. 16 And so we know and rely on the love God has for us.

God is love. Whoever lives in love lives in God, and God in them. 17 This is how love is made complete among us so that we will have confidence on the day of judgment: In this world we are like Jesus. 18 There is no fear in love. But perfect love drives out fear, because fear has to do with punishment. The one who fears is not made perfect in love.

19 We love because he first loved us.


My dad is cooler than your dad

Okay, let’s not get into a fight about it. I am sure your dad is cool too, but I just really like mine ok? ( Warning: Some dads may be embarrassed in the making of this post…well one dad ❤ payback)

Today is a special day. It is the birthday of my number one blog reader: my dad. Even though I haven’t been publishing much here lately, my dad checks in on the regular to see what’s going on in this head of mine. So here is to you!

A few things you might not know about my dad.

dec 1991
#1 he rocked the flat top

My dad is a great athlete, but an even better cheerleader.

Dad and I connected over sports growing up. He has a lot of great stories about his glory days. He uses these stories to teach lessons about life. He made me confident about my small size on a big field, and taught me that hard work can be greater than natural talent. In high school, I made field hockey my sport, and Dad searched the internet to become an expert in the sport. He drove me to tournaments, pep talked me, carried my equipment (the best!), cheered and embarrassed me the loudest, and then, reviewed the game on the drive home. My dad was not the type that “tried” to be there from my games. He WAS there. In fact, in four years of playing, I can remember the single time that he was NOT there. I remember that he tried to change his flights and apologized countless times. I know missing that game was harder for him than it was for me.


My dad is chill.

He is also good at chilling

Looking back, I am amazed at how patient and even tempered my Dad was with us kids growing up. He doesn’t loose his head over the small things, and is very intentional with his words and actions when he is upset. I am naturally rather high strung and a worry bug, but learned from Dad’s example to let some things go, and focus on the “now”.

My dad is strong.


Yes, physically my dad  very strong. If you can’t tell from the photo, I can vouch for him, he has helped me move probably over eight times in the last six years. But looking past those big muscles, my Dad has great strength in the inside. He stand up for the things he believes in.  He has been strong for our family as we went though tough loss. He has made lots of sacrifices for our family, and works hard to make sure we have all we need (+more).

My dad is fearless.


He is a tough guy, and I think he likes to show that side often. He hunts, fishes, rides ATVs, and has a handful of scars with though stories. Sure your dad might do that too, but were I think he is most fearless is with his feelings. He has never been to tough to tell me or show me that he loves me and that he is proud of me. I hear a lot of girls talk about how they “know” their dad loves them, but he doesn’t use the words very often. Well my dad is tougher than your dad. On many occasions, he has pulled me aside, very intentionally to look me in the eye and tell me “I want to tell you that I love you”.

My dad is smart.

Dad in one of his many years in college

Maybe it is because he want to college for a few extra years, or maybe it is because he completes the crossword and Sudoku puzzle every night after dinner WHILE schooling the contestants on the Wheel of Fortune. Regardless, my dad could school your dad in trivia anytime. He values the benefits of reading for pleasure and knowledge, and I am so thankful he shared this with us.

My dad is sensitive.

As per family tradition, on  my 10th birthday, my dad gave me my very first pocket knife. I was so excited to have this “adult” gift, but looking back now I treasure the note that came along with the gift much more. I still have the letter, and I treasure the words you wrote and keep them in a special place.

“When tough little boys grow up to be dads They turn into big babies again” Yup he cried like a baby when we danced. Sorry Dad, secret is out.

My Dad is a bomb husband.

Love birds

Dad, thank you for loving my mom. Your love has been an example to me. So many of my friends parents are no longer together. You and mom have shown me that marriage isn’t always easy, but it is worth the fight. Thank you for fighting through the hard times for Shannon, Will, and me. Thank you for showing us that love is more than flowers and hugs, it is a selfless commitment, and working as a team.

My dad is selfless.


He gets up at the crack of dawn every morning (so early the stoplights are still blinking yellow), so that he can put in his hours at work and be back to spend as much time with us after school as possible. Without doubt, Dad’s truck pulled in the drive way by 4:00 to ensure plenty of time to help with play with us, help with homework, eat, and then take us to sports practice, or cut the grass or take care of the house before dark…then he gets up and does it again.

July 07

When a guy is insensitive, or forgetful, or lazy, people often throw out the excuse “it’s because he is a man” or “you know how men are”.  Well sorry boys, that excuse does not work for me, because I grew up with a man who strives to do his best for our family.  He is not always perfect, but he always tries, and best of all, admits and apologies when he sees he hasn’t lived up to the high standards he set for himself.  I am so lucky to have a great relationship with him. My dad has set a great example of what a father and husband should look like and for that I am so thankful.


Happy Birthday Dad!  I love you old man!

Oh and he kills it on the dance floor.

Weekly Ramblings: Donkey Kong and Post- Wedding Blues Edition


This ramble got to long…must make separate post.

Monday Tuesday (psych! Labor day off..don’t you just love that feeling when you realize the weekend is one day closer):

As I pull on to the highway I check my rear view for a safe merge, I spot some commotion behind me. Squealing breaks, speeding up, slowing down, rapid lane change.  I clearly missed the start to the road rage I witnessed this morning, but I have never seen anything like it.  This was full blown chuck -your breakfast- out- the -window rage.(That is not some kind of hip phrase the kids are saying.) There was literal breakfast thrown out the window. One car had clearly ticked off the driver of the other and they were playing dangerous highway games trying to pass one another and then get into the other’s way and slow down. It reminded me of game I would play with my brother if we were in bumper cars. I was torn between keeping my distance to avoid an accident and desperately trying to keep up with the cars to see how this feud would end.  Right before they sped out of my view, I saw one car get even with the other and chuck something out of the window. I am pretty sure a hand gesture (and likely choice words) were exchanged. As I came up on the tossed object,  I saw a peeled, but not yet eaten banana. As I zoomed past, I checked my rear view mirror half expecting to see a car donkey-kong spin behind me.

I am having post wedding depression. I hear this is a thing. Once all the excitement leading up to the big day is over the feeling of “it’s over, what do I do now” kicks in.

I didn’t experience this after my own wedding. I was too excited for George to move in and start a life together. We never lived together and this really was a new beginning to look forward to each day.

I do however know quite a few brides who did have post wedding blues. (Jennifer, I am looking at you 🙂

Well I am having the sister of the bride/maid of honor post wedding blues. I miss the anticipation of seeing all our family and friends. I miss the shopping. I miss the spreadsheet and to do lists.  More than anything, I am desperately missing the obvious excuse to call my sister and my mom to discuss wedding details.  And I miss the mid day g-chats about the guest list or hair appointments.

Wedding planning=tons of time with these two beauties!


julie and mom

Good thing work is keeping me busy or I might just start planning my second wedding anniversary celebration. That’s a thing right? Like having a 2 year vow-renewal party? My grandparents had one for their 50th anniversary so why can’t I every few years. I just like a party okay?

That’s all for now folks.

Hey. What’s Up? Hello. Wedding Edition

Hey. What’s Up? Hello.

Remember me?

Yeah its me. Turns out when you stop blogging for a bit it can be overwhelming to come back. “Where did I leave off” “Should I start with this or that?” then I just give up and skip it all together. Well I’ve decided to go ahead with it this time. Maybe it will be like two old friends and we will just pick up right where we left off. Or maybe you will be really confused about my life. Who’s to say. Typically I over explain things anyways, so I think we’ll be okay 😉

Last weekend was my big sister’s wedding. She wrote a bit about it here.

Isn't she gorgeous? (He's handsome too)
Isn’t she gorgeous? (He’s handsome too)

The whole day was very “Shannon” (and Josh too). Black and gold, wildflower, packed dance floor, 300+ closest friends.


Shannon was a relaxed and beautiful bride. She brought her vision to fruition and didn’t even have to use a spreadsheet to organize her spreadsheets !GASP! My wedding was spreadsheet overload, and I loved each and every cell 😀 Remember it here.


We had a blast celebrating the happy couple.


Whitney love!
Whitney love!

There was even an impromptu Meatloaf  sing off.


They say there is always sometime that goes “wrong” at a wedding. Our “disaster” had to do with the not-so-sunny sunflowers that were delivered.

See what I mean?!


Aunt Lynn and I were able locate 100 perky stems just in time.


You cold pretty much say we saved the day here.


I LOVED being a part of this special day with Shannon and Josh! Weddings are the best.

And dancing too 🙂


Disgracing my Husband

In my 9.5 months of marriage I have learned how important it is for couples to support each other in all that they do.  Assuming you talked to your spouse before getting married you likely agree on many things naturally… hence the wanting to spend a life together.    That being said, marriage does not magically make you agree on everything. It also does not mean that you and your other half will find the same thing important.  Both George and I often find ourselves saying, “I need you to be on my team here”.   Some times the situation that is getting my feathers ruffled is not important to him and could easily be ignored. Sometimes going in to a difficult situation is is important to know that someone is there to stand behind you. Supporting one another in those situations helps to build a strong relationship. ( I’m going to get math-y here on you for a minute). Its like the transitive property. If its important to me. And I am important to him. Then it must be important to him too. . A=C and B=A then B=C. Am I right?


Okkkkayyyyyy.  So I miss math.

I am a big nerd.

Now where was I?

Oh right. Support. Now this works both ways. George ask for my support and needs me to be on his team just as much as I need him on mine.

Now I don’t want to toot my own trumpet but for the last 198 days I have worked really really hard to be on his team.

Since March 31st I have been to at least 5 games.

I have worn blue.

I have opened my home to fans for countless watch parties.

I have made festive food to show my support.

IMAG2034 I carry a KC tote to the grocery store.

IMAG2039I have worn the only Kansas City Royals shirt I own 8 days of the last 16 days of my life (which meant I have had to do a lot of laundry).

IMAG2036All for the support of my husband.

Now I will admit. I have had some fun. I have gotten to “know” some of the players. I am all about supporting the team in my new city. And now, the Royals in the world series for the first time in my life time. Wow pretty cool! You can taste the excitement in the air. It’s the big talk of the town, and you can bet my husband is THRILLED!

Now here is where it gets complicated. I’m and STL girl born and raised. Part of the Cardinal Nation. At first it was easy. I could easily support both teams  I mean after all, they are not even in the same league. What were the chances they would ever play against each other and it really matter. I mean it hasn’t happened in my life time . Ever. Except now.

This is where I make a hard decision. A decision that may make my side of the bed REALLY lonely.

I have to  draw the line. I  must disgrace my husband. I bought THE ONLY Cardinals shirt in all of KC.

IMAG2040 I am ready to wear it boys! Pick up the enthusiasm birds and bring home a win tonight! …and the next three games.(Oh and the next series after that too).   I can’t take it any longer!

Oh and George if you are reading this… I sowwyyy.

Well, kinda.

I’m already thinking of what kind of red foods I will cook starting Tuesday.

Go Sports!

Throw Back Thursday Artist Edition

Before I knew I wanted to work with computers, I explored a few potential career options. The remains of my exploration in the art world are on display at the Whitney Home for the Finer Arts. I was able to pull a few rarely seen sketches from the archives to share with you all today. I hope you enjoy 🙂

This is obviously an accurate self portrait of me in my early days. Based on my historical analysis, this piece was created somewhere between 1995 and 1996 based on the lack of cursive, but obvious monkey tails on the penmanship. The long bob with “fountain pony tail” hair style was also in during this time frame as I was focused on growing out the bowl cut. IMAG1937

See the resemblance? (Sorry I was unable to fine a better photo with the famous fountain pony. I will have to make a trip back to pull one from the archives.) Below you will see the “bowl with a bow”.

side by side

Ahhh! I found one! A little, blurry one, but here is the fountain.


Next up is a piece of genre art depicting the family of Whitney on a typical Sunday morning.

Pictured from right to left (Myself- note the bob (fountain ponies were too trendy for church), Shannon-She always had longer hair than me, Baby William, Lynne- who was still rocking the perm, Mark- who ALWAYS sits on the isle)


And lastly is the draft of the unpublished how to draw book entitled ” Julie’s Easy as Pie Book”. Sadly this book was never sent to publishing as I began to focus my talents elsewhere.


My early days of art using my preferred medium of crayons. My cousin, Molly, is perfecting the straw method of coloring.


Hope you liked my #tbt. Lets see yours 🙂