Dec 21, 2010

I'm the kinda girl who...

...Loves a warm latte, any time of the day
...Adores being a wife, and all that comes along with that role.
...And when those days come where I'm sick of doing the dishes, or cooking and cleaning, I remember that ...I've got a whole world of blogs to find some inspiration from....
...Planned my wedding day from the time I was about four, until the day I married my sweetheart
...Love trying new recipes, and sometimes I even write them in my cookbook before I even try them, just knowing they will taste amazing. Haven't had to rip a page out yet!
...Looks forward to being a Mommy in the future, but am reminding myself daily how much I enjoy this time being newly married, and still going to school....
...Would love to eat organic foods and make as much myself as I can...when the budget allows
...Still loves a good burger and curly fries
...Yet, enjoys a good work out a couple times a week, even if I have to push myself to do it
...Goes through a point once a year where I feel like my wardrobe is a bit immature, but if I swap it around, or even buy one new thing, the whole world opens up and it's as though I've got an adorable wardrobe!
...dreams and dreams and dreams, but when it comes to actually doing, sometimes I get a little overwhelmed...
...craves sweets...alot....
...loves her family, like crazy...
...has been laying around the last two days trying to battle this cold. At first, I enjoyed the rest. Now, I'm def ready to get those Christmas gifts done, and enjoy my favorite time of year!

Just a little "get to know Brit" for you today...
:)

Dec 20, 2010

Just Precious...

I picked this book up a few months ago, and then put it away so that I could enjoy it especially at Christmas time. So, as the season began, I started to read this book. What I found, was a collection of joy, peace, and the work of the Lord. Robert J. Morgan is a Pastor in Nashville, Tennessee. He writes a new story to share with his congregation each Christmas Eve, and after he had quite the collection of stories, he decided to put them together. So as I curled up under the covers each night, I would read a story from this book before I went to sleep. Each story left me feeling such joy, as I was reminded of the true meaning of Christmas. Whether these stories are true or not, they are full of warmth and inspiration. I would encourage you to run to the nearest book store and pick this up. It's perfect to leave on the coffee table for anyone who may want to enjoy a sweet Christmas story, reminding us of the hope we have in Christ. 


Daddy Daughter Date

This is what I haven't wanted to do for months!

Sit in a cozy chair, which I had to pull a stake out in order to even get this, might I add.
With a white peppermint white hot chocolate mocha....sprinkled with a little chocolate.

OH NO! I ATE IT! I JUST realized I gladly licked up that whipped cream with chocolate sprinkled on top....without even thinking?!!! (can you tell I'm typing as I think?!!)

No, I don't have some issue with eating chocolate because I fear it will make me lose my figure, I mean I worked in a chocolate shop for 6 months, eating it everyday!

I'm allergic! And I'm going to experience the effects! I went two days without it and have felt wonderful! Good thing I took an allergy pill this morning...

It is seriously becoming impossible for me to ignore my favorite thing on this earth...

Ok, enough about that. Really, it's time for me the meaning of this post in the first place.

This morning while I was getting ready for the day, I looked out the window and realized that it was snowing! Light, fluffy, little snowflakes were falling from the sky. It hadn't really stuck, unless you wanted to count what had been left from the light snow of last night.

Looking at the snow falling down, reminded me of one of my favorite memories with my Dad.

Christmas of 2008.

The snow started falling a few days after I had come home from school to enjoy my winter break. Every year, since before I can even remember, my Dad took me out on a Daddy Daughter Date. We would go out for dinner, a restaurant of my choice of course, and then shop for Mom, Alex, Josh, and anyone else I had on the list that year. I remember just talking the ears off of my Dad, making him laugh at my goofy mishaps. (If anyone knows me, they know I have a few "Brittany moments" up my sleeve.) Thank goodness Dad laughs at them all!

So this particular year, we were waiting until the snow calmed down a bit before we ventured out for our date. Yet, it never seemed to cease. So, we loaded up in the more snow friendly vehicle, and headed into Salem. Keep in mind, Salem is really about fifteen-twenty minutes away from out house on the average day. Yet, this time, it took us well over an hour to get anywhere close to Salem.

I'm not quite sure right now why we decided to do this,  but we ended up taking the back roads so that we could avoid all the people who didn't know how to drive in the snow. Little did we know, some of the roads had been closed off because of trees falling, and an overabundance of snow in some areas.

As we started to get into the thick of the snow, we noticed that there weren't too many tire tracks on the roads we were taking, meaning, they weren't being driven on for a reason!

Even though it took forever to get into Salem, we were able to enjoy the beautiful country roads we have come to know quite well in the many years of living in this area. Yet, they took on a whole new, beautiful shine.

Instead of making our way downtown to the usual dinner spot, Bentley's, we thought we had better settle on McGraths, because it was getting dark, and the snow was started to come down harder.

Sitting in the restaurant, looking out at the piles of snow in the parking lot, we were filled with such laughter and joy, knowing we would have a white Christmas. As usual, I asked Dad and ton of questions about his childhood and what it was life when we were little kids. This is something I have grown to cherish, for my Dad is a good storyteller, and I'm always brought back to the special times when I was young. They always consisted of these three things; dinner at Bentley's, Christmas shopping, and ending the evening with a Mocha, if we weren't already too full from dinner.

My Dad is such a gift to me. He's always been such a joy to be around. That could be because he is an absolute goof ball, like me (if you were wondering where I got it from). But he's also one of my biggest fans. No matter what I do, say, or chat on and on about with him, he is always interested, and extremely proud of me. Sometimes when I come home to visit, we sit up late chatting about anything and everything, catching each other up on life.

I am what you would call, a Daddy's girl.

Yet, if you haven't noticed in prior posts, I am also, my Mother's only Daughter, and we are truly best friends. (I Just Love my Mom)

This Christmas, I'm looking forward to that wonderful tradition of the Daddy Daughter Date.

Britt