when your plan is so small, and God's plan blows you out of the water... that's where I am in life. at this point in the blog, everyone reading it knows me. basically because we're friends on facebook and/or instagram... or in real life. (those actually do exist!!) all of you know my story of moving back to my hometown to open a shop. it was my dream... to be my own boss. to curate a collection of products for people to love. to be a shop girl. to wear jeans or shorts or dres

nothing like a nod to *NSYNC when debuting your blog... there's been a stirring in my heart lately. a stirring to act. to be intentional. to let go. to document. to create. to be present. so often over the last few years, I have found myself existing. or better yet... trying to catch up. here's a little back ground... for those who don't know me, I'm Sarah. I live in a small, East Texas town. a town that is adorable + wonderful. I was born + raised here. I broke free for abou

a few nights ago, our new puppy, Fielder, woke me up barking. he NEVER barks at night, so obviously, I jumped out of bed. I heard a murmur in ebk's room... so I went in to check on her. she was BURNING up. I yelled for Judson to get up + get her some pedialyte, while I stripped her down to take her temp. 1 0 6. 106 degrees. my baby was literally burning. I yelled to Judson that we had to get her to the ER immediately. we stopped as we walked out the door + said a quick prayer