Nashville in Pictures

by Terrica Joy in


 'Free' mud pies down a quiet street.

'Free' mud pies down a quiet street.

 Sweet dreams for a worn out little lady.

Sweet dreams for a worn out little lady.

 Exploring Arrington vineyards.

Exploring Arrington vineyards.

 Frothy Monkey morning.

Frothy Monkey morning.

 Backyard roses from my MIL.

Backyard roses from my MIL.

 BFF's reunited.

BFF's reunited.

 11 year anniversary picnic.

11 year anniversary picnic.

 The newly opened Barista Parlor.  Love at first sight.

The newly opened Barista Parlor.  Love at first sight.

 A sunset walk along the river.

A sunset walk along the river.

 French macaroons at Barista Parlor.

French macaroons at Barista Parlor.

 We could have left this one with grandparents and gone to dinner alone.  We didn't ;-)

We could have left this one with grandparents and gone to dinner alone.  We didn't ;-)

 The Nashville Flea Market with rockstar buddies.

The Nashville Flea Market with rockstar buddies.

Just a handful of Nashville moments from this past week.  It's definitely a love affair.  Good thing it's our second home.  There are simply far too many things in this city we adore.  

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Colorado Lovin'

by Terrica Joy in


Colorado is such a stunning state.  In light of all the tragedy occurring as we speak, this post is a tad bittersweet.  My heart goes out to all of those affected by the on-going fires.  God be with them.

On a more positive note, I'm proud to report that Everyn did incredibly well on both flights!  She essentially slept, thankfully.  I only had to sneer at one flight attendant when she demanded we take our sleeping infant out of her sling for take-off because "she can't be in the seat belt with you."  Um, riiight.  First of all she wasn't in the seat belt with me, the sling and she were both over top of it, and secondly she'd be safer where exactly??  And let's be real, if this plane were to crash we all know that seat belt isn't saving anyone.

For the record, we did not remove her from the sling and she slept peacefully the entire flight.  I was ready to fight had the flight attendant made an issue of it, but she seemed to turn a blind eye following my incredulous expression.  Smart move, lady...

But back to lovely Colorado.  Here's a few glimpses for ya:

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We took long drives.  We hiked, we laughed, we frolicked. (as brilliantly captured in that one particular photo above)  We explored.  We talked.  We cooked and snacked and took tons and tons of photos.  We even had one big blow up that ended in all of us being better, as a family, understanding each other a bit more and vowing again to keep fighting for one another, with one another, always until we understand.  Fighting for means fighting with, you know.

It was glorious.  

As to testing out the Everyn plus travel theory, despite all sorts of hiccups along the way we came home with new found confidence, evoking late night whispers of, "St. Thomas?  We can totally do it.  Lake Como, Italy?  Absolutely!  We've got this..."

We're home now and moving right along.  I'm packing box after box, selling stuff on craigslist, getting more excited by the day about moving!  Can't wait to settle into our little cottage.  It's a dream come true in it's own right, the birth of a family, the birth of a ministry.

Happy 4th to everyone!  Be safe.  Enjoy it.  And don't take a minute of it for granted!


What Makes an Escape Even Better

by Terrica Joy in


Waves, salty breeze, long talks about what matters.  Rockin' newborns on the balcony, blue-green sea stretched to the horizon.  Devouring homemade salsa and fresh pinapple to the tune of challenging conversation, the kind that provokes change and fulfillment of dreams.  Laughing endlessly, lounging on the beach, praying together thru fears, hard questions, tangible excitement about the future...

Did I mention our escape to the sea included these guys??

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No, I didn't.  It was too much goodness for a single post.

(the babies were clearly so over photo taking ;-)

12 years of amazing friendship, the kind only God could have orchestrated.

I also failed to mention that Josh and I celebrated 10 years of marriage on the 25th!  And Ryan and Ivana 9 years on the 31st.  We both welcomed new babies in recent weeks as well, so meeting half way between Texas and South Carolina seemed the perfect way to celebrate!

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We made it a point to savor our days... Laughing a lot.  Cooking a lot.  We even cried a little.  (the good kind ;-)

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We held each other's babies and marveled at how perfect they are, how much we love them.

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Sweet Vera Joy.  

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Her Moma's newest love.  She's #3 for Ryan and Ivana.  3 little girls. Bliss.

(And no she isn't named after me, although I secretly pretend she is.  ;-)  Ivana and I share a middle name among a million other things.)

And she may literally be the new kid on the block at only 4 weeks, but she's a smart one, that Vera.  Ev is so much more mature, ya know.  (as evidenced by her much chunkier thighs)  She's a whole 10 weeks old.  So Vera was a tiny bit nervous upon meeting for the first time that Ev might not want to play with her or think she's just a silly baby, so she told her a joke right off the bat to break the ice.

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  Win 'em over with humor.  Smart move,  Vera.  Smart move.

And that was that.  Their bff fate was sealed.

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But hey, given their moma's forever friendship they didn't have much choice in the matter anyway.

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And then of course there's these two...

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...leave them alone together for long and they start plotting how to take over the world.  I'm not kidding.

Guns blazin', babies-in-hand, do not underestimate their powers.  No, seriously.

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As is always the case when we get together, we all left refreshed, challenged, inspired, grateful for the kind of friends who not only see you through it all, but walk with you through it all.  They're the kind of friendships you know innately God ordained with purpose.  You know because of the fruit they bear, the way they celebrate you right where you are while simultaneously provoking you to more.  They're the kind of friendships that won't let you settle for good when they know you're called to great.  They're the kind of friendships where the Holy Spirit is always present, always welcome, never requiring a formal invitation.

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We openely thanked God for one another, as is also always the case, and we left different than we arrived.  We left changed, knowing full well we'll all look back someday and say, "Remember that amazing weekend at the Gulf..."

Aren't you so thankful for life-giving relationships??