c spot: July 2011

Yesterday, it threatened rain all day. But alas...there was none. I think it may have rained everywhere except for our little, stifling, shriveled up street. You know that cartoon...the one where the black, rain cloud is following someone around and it is only above them and everywhere else is all sunny and fluffy clouded? Well...it's sorta the opposite of that. I finally broke down and took them outside. 2 out of 4 love to be outside. That's a pretty good stat, I guess. I mean...Chase hates it when the elements are less than superb, and Aiden has issues with sweat, I think. They both prefer to stay indoors, unless there is a pool involved. and even still...Chase sometimes squawks. Annslee, however...would be outside all the time if I let her. She is happiest when she is warm, barefoot and covered with light, brown dirt streaks that are mixed with a little bit of sweat. Her cheeks get pink and her feet turn dark gray...but the girl is happy.

She has no problem drinkin all my water, either.

But really? Who could say no to that face?

A summer tradition for us girls...

The rain clouds promised a cool, refreshing fall. But it never fell on us.

So instead, we played possum.

And I colored her a flower. Then I told her she was pretty as one.

We watched the boy shoot baskets and I thought I'd see if I still had it.

I didn't.

She rode her sister's bike. Well...sort of. She kind of amazed me with her balance and BMX style. This girl ain't scared of nothin.

Especially this little lover.

Which she thought was for her. We had to pry the thing out of her hands. She stood at the door and cried when the sweet pup had to go home. I think she needs one for herself.

Chase invited his friend over for dinner...

...in the sweetest way. He walked the letter over to her house and gave it to her dad. I just about melt when I witness things like this. Being a part of these kids is just the bee's knees.

And then wouldn't you know it...today it rained. And I got to wear these new pretties. I wouldn't normally buy them, but we are leaving for Wolf Creek Ranch, Colorado on Monday...and I'm pretty sure I will get good use out of them. When I'm not wearin my cowgirl boots, that is. After all..........

........I have a date with a horse.

The emotional connection I have to Clemson, South Carolina is one that goes beyond any normal, college experience. In a way...it is home. Not home...like where I was born and raised, or where my family is...but home, like...where I grew up. I was only there 2 years for Graduate School...but I assure you that I grew and matured in those two years unlike any other in my first 23 years. When people ask me, "So how did you end up in Clemson all the way from Texas?"...I sometimes respond, "God scooped me up in his big, lovin hands and gently set me down in Clemson, South Carolina."

pot belly deli...my favorite place to eat in clemson. i have had many marked conversations over sandwiches at that very table...including confessing to my friend, shannon that i had a little crush on a pastor type named chad.

I wanted to get my Master's in nutrition. I wanted to counsel young girls with eating disorders. I also knew that, though I wasn't ready to leave home as an undergraduate...I was ready and willing as a young, 23 year old Graduate student. The only question was, "Where should I go?" I will never forget the magic of that day in Clear Lake...the place of my birth and entire life thus far...when I went to the library and looked up schools with graduate level nutrition programs. Colorado or Clemson are the two that I remember most vividly as being my realistic options. Instantly I felt Clemson. I went home...to the only home I had ever really known and began feeling excitement, adventure, growth, and something really meaningful patiently waiting for me. I just wasn't sure enough with myself...or my God to trust that what I was thinking was actually what He wanted me to do. I hadn't learned the skill of listening, hearing, and being sure in my Lord yet. That would all come later.

My apartment in Clemson. Old Central Rd. #3. I did a lot of growing up in that small place.

So...when my dad came home that very night that I had been at the library...hearing God...and said, "What do you think about Clemson?"...I never looked back. That's all I needed. My daddy had heard God too. And he had never failed me. Well...neither of them had actually.

So after I had been accepted to the Nutrition program, my dad and I flew to South Carolina for a few days to find me a place to live. We landed on this little, triplex. I knew when I walked in the door...that it would serve as my home for a while. It would be my space in this town...that was a thousand miles away from my family...and where I didn't know a single soul.

and I bet you didn't know...under that live oak...my favorite dog is burried in the yard.

(where chad burried atticus after we were married and had moved back to s.c. and I was pregnant with chase)

our house in seneca. these were our sweet neighbors, kitty and june...who fell in love with colton when he was a toddler and chase when he was a baby. colton would head over to their house with his guitar every afternoon. she even started buying snacks and little kid's cups for him to have at her house. they were saddened so when we pulled out of that driveway and moved to texas. thankfully, we have kept in touch.

I credit the two years that I was in school at Clemson for: some of my best friends today...really getting to know God...becoming independent...going from girl to woman...becoming the counselor that God had been shaping me to be all my life...grieving my first heart break...learning how to smoke (sorry mom)...finding my style...knocking ocd in the teeth for the first time...learning to take care of myself...getting comfortable with being alone...starting over...becoming a wake boarder...prayer...confronting the enemy for the first time...singing on a stage...finding my voice...healing...finally being "that girl"...figuring out what having a gentle spirit really meant...school spirit that would last a lifetime...wisdom...prophesy...answers...being bold...seeing and meeting the man who would later become my husband at a superbowl party and thinking he was the cutest guy in the room...ignoring what i knew was right...single-handedly breaking hearts...being stupid...being smart...acceptance...learning patience...falling...getting up...crying...laughing...being courted for the first time ever...being loved by a man for who i was and not what i looked like and being made to feel important, respected, and cared for...waiting a while for the first kiss...being asked to be his wife...

and saying yes.

there used to be an old, wooden swing hanging from this tree outside of what was then the DCF building. i remember sitting there with chad before and while we were dating. we faced the dike and sometimes each other.

Welcome to Death Valley...where the tigers play.

And also where I knew I'd tell you of your father's proposal there one day.

juli, shannon, and me

the hayes family and the clarkson family

colton's first best guy friend was silas

they talk of rooming together at clemson someday

the ramada inn where the dcf superbowl party was, just 2-3 weeks after i had moved to clemson

this was when and where i saw chad from across the room

i sat down with my new friends gail and heather and asked...

"who is that???"

we would not start dating until much later

hawkinson's wedding

the reception at the reeve's plantation

it was hot

but fun

the bluegrass band played

the beverage table

i just loved how they served arnold palmers in mason jars with red and white striped straws

although...i opted for corona

i was too busy socializin to get pictures of the old general store, old timey barbershop, broom maker's shop, and antique firetruck...but take my word for it...

this place is magical