• Coming January 2019

    I can't believe I'm finally writing this story.

    It's been quite the journey and there are so many thoughts and emotions along the way. 

    About a year ago, Josh and I decided we were ready to try for another baby.

    And after having two children, we were pretty hopeful that that process would be smooth.

    So we decided to just 'see what happens'. Which for us meant proceeding as normal and just hoping for a surprise one month. 

    But the surprise never came. 

    So then we started to reeeeeally try. You know, the tracking and charting, the whole nine. 

    And the surprise still didn't come.

    And I started to lose heart after almost 9 months and wondered if it just wasn't part of God's plan for us to have a third baby.  I finally spilled all my emotions and fears I'd been tucking away on my dearest friends here and they prayed the sweetest words of hope over me while tears ran down my face.

    Another month went by but their prayers had filled me with renewed hope that God had a special plan for us.

    And true to God's nature, just another month later, he gave us the sweetest gift on our 10th anniversary.

    The very day of our anniversary I woke up with so much gratitude in my heart for our entire journey and just had a nudge to take a pregnancy test. I wept tears of joy as I saw the two lines appear.

    I just knew this was a special gift from God. 

    I didn't tell Josh right away but decided to write a card and give it to him at dinner that night for our anniversary. There in the corner table of our favorite restaurant, I handed him an anniversary card.

    As he read it, I saw his eyes fill with tears.

    "Are you serious?"

    We cried and rejoiced at that corner table and as the waitress awkwardly approached us again, Josh said, "I'm gonna be a Dad again!"

    His excitement from the very beginning has been so good for me.

    (Here we are the night of our 10 year anniversary in front of the restaurant) 

    You see, as much as I wanted excitement to be my overwhelming emotion, it wasn't.

    My past experience has taught me to be cautious and guarded. We lost our first baby.

    And with the both of the boys' pregnancies, I developed a hemorrhage that put me at risk for miscarriage. Both times. So as excited as I was for this gift, I was equally scared of losing it.

    Because of my history, I got to see our sweet baby at just 6 weeks pregnant.

    Then again at 8 weeks looking for any signs of that reoccurring hemorrhage.

    We brought the boys to this appointment and it was so special for them to see the baby.

    But the morning sickness never came and my fears told me that was a bad sign because I was SO sick with both of my boys. 

    No nausea, no aversions, no extreme fatigue. 

    I walked on egg shells every week.

    I got to see the baby again at 11 weeks, arms and legs and a strong heartbeat.  Each time it softened my fears a little.

    And I let my heart love a little harder. 

    9 weeks

     13 weeks

    The entire thing is a gift. From finding out on our anniversary. To not having one second of morning sickness. To having energy to keep up with my boys.

    I know it's a sweet gift from God but I've never had a harder time accepting a gift.

    I still feel anxious some days but part of this journey has been learning to trust God even when my emotions feel differently. 


    And it is with great joy, we share with you Baby Goodman #3 coming in January 2019.


    Our boys could not be more excited. Grady tells almost every stranger he meets and prays for my belly every night. Griff tells me he wants to name the baby "Sissy".

    Josh has been taking the most wonderful care of me despite my lack of sickness. 

    And we could not be more thankful.


    Thank you for sharing in our joy!



  • Picnic Date + "We go together like" Printable

    The way I show love best is by giving my time and talents. By taking time to be thoughtful and creative. I know you're not supposed to keep score in marriage but Josh has been loving me SO well lately. I'm talking picking up my slack without saying a word, planning date nights, and I even found the microwave cleaned out last week. 

    The best seasons in marriage are the ones where you're trying to out-serve, out-love the other so I had to up my game! This time by planning our date in picnic form. 

    It was a perfect 80 degree day with bright blue skies and big fluffy clouds and by the look on his face, I know my gesture said loud and clearly, "I see you, boo" 

    Taking a little extra effort to make things beautiful doesn't have to be difficult! 

    I bought these 8x8 kraft boxes off amazon for a pack of 10 - perfect for things like this and simple gift wrapping with a beautiful ribbon! 

    The name cards are reused place settings from our Friendsgiving last year - handlettered by Mallory Overton.

    Everything else was scrounged up through my craft box. Stickers, washi tape, and bakers twine.

    And I designed the top myself! Printable version available at the end of this post!

    My menu was pretty simple but delicious. 

    Turkey sandwiches on ciabatta wrapped in parchment paper

    Rainer cherries in a berry basket

    Veggies and dip in a cup

    Dark chocolate for dessert

    Perrier with a straw

    (I also brought hummus and pita chips and strawberries but they weren't in the lunch box)

    Such a simple + sweet way to reconnect for us. 

    Dates don't need to be over the top. Just intentional time set aside to do 

    something we enjoy together.

    Need to plan a date for your boo? Use my printable template and fill in your names in the bottom!

    Either hand write them in or insert this file into your favorite editing program and use the blank space at the bottom to type in your names! FIle is formatted to fit an 8x8 box top.

    (For personal use only)

    Be sure to tag me if you use it and share via instagram!

  • 10 Year Vow Renewal

    (Dress by ASOS / Suit by The Black Tux)

    In one sense it feels like 10 years flew by and in another sense it feels like we're still those 22 year-old's saying our vows. 

    We met when we were 19. Just freshmen in college sharing the same class. I was the teacher's pet in the front row and he was asleep in the back. Two weeks before the end of the semester he asks me to lunch, via Facebook no less. (In his defense, Facebook had just hit our college campus and was all the rage). I had already been through several boyfriends that year and was done with dating for awhile but something about him made me say yes. He winked at me when I walked into class that day and I can still remember the way it made my heart skip a beat.  We planned to go to lunch after our mutual class but our class got cancelled that day and instead we spent 3 hours talking at lunch. We then spent every day for the next 2 weeks together before summer break. 

    We dated all through the next 3 years of college and developed a tight knit group of friends. Made so many memories and developed a strong friendship. We had so much fun together. 

    My college experience was one of my greatest gifts giving me forever friends and this man. 

    We graduated college May 10, 2008 and got married May 24, 2008.

    It was a whirlwind but everything we dreamed of. 

    Josh worked for the university we attended and so we settled in nicely to our college town in Virigina. Our closest friends settled in too and it was a dream.  We were all newlyweds living within miles of each other; enjoying the simple things in life and navigating adulthood and marriage together. 

    Life was fun. We dated and went away on long weekends. We bought a house and started realizing how good of a design + woodworking team we made.  We started talking about having a baby around our 3 year anniversary and by our 4th anniversary I was almost ready to pop with our first little boy. 

    Becoming parents was such a great adventure. It grew us and changed us in ways we never realized.

    It made things harder but life sweeter. Grady was the great joy of our lives. 

    By Grady's first birthday we started talking about another baby.

    And life started to get more and more complicated.  Josh started talking about making big life changes.

    And I started digging my heels into this life that I didn't want to change. 

    We got pregnant with Griffin not long after we started trying.

    And somewhere along the way our hearts got divided on what we wanted in life.

    We struggled through the next few years hard. Josh took a commuting job when Griffin was just 8 weeks old that left me single parenting weekdays and only having him home on weekends. 

    During this time, our hearts started to grow even further apart. And we lost ourselves. Lost us.

    But God was so faithful to us and to our marriage. Bringing in the right people to help us,

    exposing dark places and selfishness and helping us realign our hearts to each other and to Him.

    And that's why we truly have so much to celebrate at 10 years.

    There's SO much before getting here. There was so much life and love and pain 

    and heartache and healing and redemption. So much hard work and forgiveness.

    I look at these faces and I'm just so thankful.

    Thankful for all of it. Even the hard parts that end up changing us and making us better.

    (And these two sweet boys looking especially handsome in their Mini Swag bowtie and suspender sets - use code HONEYSUCKLE for 15% off)

    Saying our vows again in front of these sweet faces was so special.

    Looking in their eyes and giving them confidence was a beautiful thing.

    Finding ourselves the most in love and the best versions of ourselves 

    is the best 10 year anniversary present we could've ever wanted.

    The vows I said that day and meant with all my heart:

    Josh,  It's been a wild ride being your wife for 10 years. And one I wouldn't trade for anything.  We've fought harder than I ever imagined to get here, but not in vain. 

    We've seen the true, redemptive work of Jesus up close and personal and it's nothing short of amazing. W'ere a portrait of God's grace, and 10 years later, I feel more humbled and grateful than ever to pledge my love and loyalty to you.

    I promise to be your best friend and biggest cheerleader.

    To respect you as the leader in our home and never forget that we're on the same team.

    I promise to push you towards Jesus with compassion and grace everyday.

    I promise to be faithful and true.

    I promise to be love in it's truest form to you: to be patient and kind. To not be self-seeking or

    easily angered. To keep no record of wrongs. To always protect, always trust, always hope, and always persevere. 

    I promise to love you fiercely, for better or worse, all the days of my life.

    Josh's vow's were a little more like him - unrehearsed and from the heart.

    He promised to wait patiently for me in each season of life. To look to Jesus first and to lead and love by His example. 

    Then our friend Holly sang a beautiful song that really just said it all for us.

    You Hold it All Together By All Sons and Daughters

    It feels like an ocean of sorrow is under my skin
    Even the ocean eventually meets with the sand
    Sorrow on sorrow, I’m waiting
    Heavy I’m anticipating
    Trusting the current, will carry me
    You are my strength
    You are my song
    You are my salvation
    You hold it all together
    You hold it all together
    We come with great expectations, and fears in our hearts
    Send us Your light, as we’re making our way through the dark
    All of the earlier troubles
    Chaos and pain they unravel
    Looking ahead we rejoice in You
    You are my strength
    You are my song
    You are my salvation
    You hold it all together
    You hold it all together
    Like a stone, in the wasteland
    I was useless, until You
    Lifted high, in Your mercy
    Out of sorrow and made new
    Oh this mind, it can't measure
    All Your favours in this world
    So we shout in adoration
    Holy, holy are You Lord

    Then the people who had journeyed closely with us surrounded us and prayed over us.

    It was so sweet and I'll never forgot how Grady kept kissing my hand, I could tell he was so filled with joy.

    Then we celebrated!

    With good food and great friends.

    The beautiful fresh greenery that was used on our the mantel and on the table was by Lynch Creek Farms. It was sent with such care and so beautifully constructed. I highly recommend them for fresh wreaths or greenery for events.

    Thank you for your beautiful attention to detail, Lynch Creek Farms.

    Everything else we borrowed and brought from home. 

    And I designed wine labels to fit the occasion.

    We had our meal catered by Ryan Noblitt and everyone raved about the food. We highly recommend his services!

    We felt so incredibly blessed and loved by our friends that celebrated with us. 

    The night was one we'll always cherish. Simple and meaningful and filled with such joy.

    The best is yet to come.

    Super big shoutout to this friend + photographer who took time to come celebrate with us but also to take all these absolutely beautiful pictures for us to cherish. 

  • How I Want to be Remembered as a Mother

    I think about this alot - about how I want my children to remember me. I know that might seem weird since I'm only just shy of 6 years in, but it helps me to keep a big picture perspective of my legacy and the great responsibilty my role is in their lives. 

    I think about how I hope they remember me having fun. Getting down on their level. Belly laughing. Tickling them til they can't breathe. Getting up from my desk when they asked me to do a puzzle together. 

    I hope they remember me laying in bed with them at night and really trying to hear their hearts. I hope they remember feeling safe and free to be themselves. I hope they remember me apologizing to them when I was short and unkind. 

    I hope they remember me going the extra mile to make their world brighter. The pancakes with sprinkles on a Tuesday. Their names written in Jell-O. Picnics with their favorite foods. Dropping everything and heading to the park. I hope they remember our ordinary days with a bit of magic in them. 

    I hope they remember me loving their Daddy something fierce. Being excited when he walks through the door after work. I hope they remember us kissing. And that my respect for him is something they look for in a future wife. 

    I hope they remember me in front of my Bible. Praying together for big things and for little things. Singing my little heart out in church, albeit off tune. I hope they remember me with a strength that could only come from relying on Him for our daily needs.

    I hope they remember me serving people around our dining table. Gladly opening our doors, and often. I hope they remember playing with new kids because I invited their mom over for coffee. I hope they remember me loving other people well. 

    And oh how I want them to remember me delighting in them. Truly thankful to be their mother. Tracing their faces and trying my hardest to etch their sweet baby faces into my memory. Kissing them more times than they can count in one day. A love so deep and so secure that follows them their whole life long.


    For Mother's Day every year, Josh gives me the gift of pictures of me with my babies. And this year my request was for candid, unposed photos with no begging for smiles or bribing with candy. Just us in whatever we were doing. So he brought the camera along as the boys picked out flowers for me at a local nursery. 

    Such a gift, indeed.










  • J+S=10

    There's SO much before getting here. 

    So much life and love and pain and heartache and healing.

    And a few years ago I wasn't sure we'd ever make it here. To celebrating 10 years of marriage.

    But our God specializes in bringing dead things back to life and that's our story. And not just an okay life but an abundant and full-of-life life.

    But the bigger story is for another day. 

    And the real truth is that we have so much to celebrate being here - to making it to the day we're sending out invitations to our vow renewal in honor of our 10 year anniversary. And I don't take any of it for granted.

    If you know me at all, you know that vintage has my heart.

    So I was super inspired by this vintage flash card that was sitting on my desk when designing these invitations.

    So instead of 2x5 = 10, J+S=10 

    After I designed these, I started looking at paper options and all of a sudden it hit me that my manila folders were about the right weight and color for a flash card so I cut those to paper size and printed them myself at home! 


    I ordered these kraft envelopes from Amazon with the cute tie closure and dug through my washi tape and gift tags to add some flair to the front.


    I almost love sending real mail as much as I love getting real mail. 

    So I couldn't wait to send these off.

    We are having a very small intimate ceremony with a dinner party for those

    people who have walked closely with us through our journey here. 

    (Dreaming of something like this)

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    Nothing too fancy or costly but incredibly meaningful.