The Little Peach House

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It’s amazing how one small peach house can cause so much happiness and so many tears.

When I was three years old a family moved next door- “The Neighbors.” Within no time at all their daughter had become my best friend/the sister I never had. Her family became my family. When I walked through their front door, I felt at home. We grew up together, and so many memories were captured in that little peach house. Afternoon’s filled with arts and crafts, mornings spent watching T.V. in our PJ’s, and countless dinners laughing hysterically around the table. Those memories are engraved in my mind forever, memories I’ll never forget. However, I’ll also never forget the day I was told that my second family (after thirteen years) was moving across the country. It felt like a part of me was moving with them.

Fast forward a few years and that little peach house, once again, had new neighbors moving in. Another two year old little girl, her older brother and their mother and father. Little did I know that when the moving trucks pulled away, they left behind my third family, my neighbors Part II (Not to be associated with the Zac Efron movie.) Before I knew it, I had fallen in love with all four of them, and a new baby was soon on its way. “The Neighbors Part II” became a family who I love with every bit of my heart. The kids became the little siblings I never had. Their door was always open to me, and many summer days were spent painting, baking cookies, making forts, and once again laughing around the table.

Today I heard those three words again… “We are moving,” and my heart broke. While “The Neighbors Part II” are not moving across the county, but to a house close by, I will forever miss yelling and waving good morning as we all headed to work and school. I will forever miss driving onto my street seeing my three favorite kiddos playing outside and flashing those adorable smiles my way. I’ll miss jumping in the puddles with them, making huge snowmen in the middle of our yards and having a front row seat, watching them grow up.

Change is hard. However, it’s harder when it breaks your heart but improves other’s lives in the process, because you have to put on a smile. You have to congratulate them and focus on the positives.

That little peach house has caused my heart to break. It’s caused me many tears. However, it’s also opened up to doors to the most beautiful relationships and the most wonderful memories.

As the quote goes, “We are neighbors, no matter the distance.”

Happy Birthday, Buddy

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I remember it like it was yesterday. As I walked down the hallway in my Little Mermaid nightgown, with a mess of curly ringlets falling into my eyes, I noticed a cardboard box sitting in the middle of the kitchen. Being a curious three year old, I ran over to investigate. As I peeked over the top, I saw a little white cotton ball staring back at me. I remember holding you, kissing you and screeching with excitement. I remember poking you every time you fell asleep because I wanted to play.

We grew up together. You were there during my obsession with Madeline and you expressed your love for my favorite doll by eating off both her legs. *It’s taken me a long time but I forgive you*

You were there when I loved to play house and never objected to being pushed around in a baby doll stroller, dressed up in my favorite nightgown. SCAN0177

You played along when I was determined to teach you how to jump though a Hulu Hoop (which you totally mastered, by the way).

Most of all…throughout all years, whenever the tears came, you were always by my side ready to lick them away.

You were my first dog, my first pet. You taught me responsibility. You taught my unconditional love.

Saying goodbye to you, was by far, one of the hardest nights of my life. You had been the first one to say good morning to me for eighteen years, and I couldn’t imagine a day without you.

The past eight months have been hard. Every time I saw a cute little Bichon at work, my heart ached for you. However, while saying goodbye brought heartache, it’s worth it, for the eighteen wonderful years we shared. Your name might have been Lucky, but it was me who was lucky to have you.

Happy Nineteenth Birthday, Buddy. Love you forever.

 


There is a saying:

 “Every once and a while, a dog enters your life and changes everything.”

If you are looking to add a few paw prints to your heart, check out the link below. Save a life. Make a difference.

https://www.petfinder.com/

Good Old Dad

11537596_10204825791666492_8039391336020925355_okI remember the days of Father Daughter Dances, home-made pizza nights, early morning bicycle rides and afternoons filled with hide and go seek. I remember the nights, everyone gathered around the table, you wearing that silly Rudolph sweatshirt and telling jokes that resulted in a table full of laughter.

I remember when you took me to my first concert *you created a monster by the way.* You surprised me with pit tickets to Hilary Duff. You borrowed my CD and listened to it on your daily commute, learning every single world. I remember you lined up all the dads, creating a barrier around all us young girls, protecting us from the crazy crowd. You watched the entire concert with people ramming into your back, but made sure to keep a smile on your face for my benefit.

Our relationship hasn’t been all roses and sunshine. We’ve argued, fought and bickered more than I’d like to admit. However, bickering aside, you have always been there for me.

Thank you watching “Father of The Bride” with me the million times I’ve asked. Thank you for our early morning talks, always having the best advice to give. Thank you for teaching me how to drive, and dealing with the tears and hysteria that came with it.

Thank you for teaching me that I deserve respect and to always respect others. Thank you teaching me about my faith and encouraging me to fall into God’s arms when times get tough.

Most of all. Thanks for being my dad. Thanks for loving me.
XOXO

Boo Boo

Happy Father’s day to all the men, on earth and in heaven, who have been there for me throughout my life. Thank you all for teaching me what real life “princes” look life.

 

 

Summer Lovin’

13428367_10207051840276316_5742435370332650328_nDallas. A city full of life and wonder. A city where the streets are filled with suits and brief cases during the day and laughter and beer at night. Dallas. A city where memories are made. A city where I feel at home.

This summer is a summer of first and a summer of lasts. Summer twenty-sixteen is my last “official summer.” Next June, ready or not…I’ll be a college graduate, thrown out into the real world. It’s been my goal to make summer twenty-sixteen a summer I’ll never forget. A summer full of learning, growing, laughing, and making memories to last a life time.


Last night was one of those nights that summers all about. One of my all-time best friends, Rachel and I headed into Dallas for a night of friends, food, art, and music. We ventured down bustling city streets filled with food trucks, trumpet players, dance lessons, and street vendors. We explored the Nasher Sculpture Center and laughed over our ridiculous analysis of each piece. We sat on a picnic blanket in the middle of the city, surrounded by hundreds of people and watched a movie beneath the stars. (Okay…it’s Dallas. There weren’t any stars, but there were twinkly lights and my eye glass prescription is getting old.)

Ready to be amazed?

I went down to Dallas with my best friend, met new people, made wonderful memories…and I only spent $10 on pizza and a drink. That’s it. {Art exhibit=free, concerts=free, movie beneath the “stars”= free, dance lesson on the street=free, and the list could go on…} As Taylor Swift once said, “The best things in life are free.” *sorry, I had too*

You may not have the funds to go to Hawaii, sky diving or backpacking through India. However, you have the choice to put away the computer and video games, turn off the T.V. and go explore. There are things, each and every day, that don’t cost a dime. So I challenge you: Make YOUR summer the best summer.

{Check back later this week for my summer 2016 bucket list <3}

 

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My Tinderella Tale

Once upon a time, in a land far, far away, there lived a beautiful twenty-one-year-old princess named Tinderella… just kidding. This isn’t that kind of tale.

A few months ago, I sat on the couch watching Rom-Coms while eating Mexican food and throwing a pity party over my (what seemed like) “permanent single status.” It was at this point that my mother decided to take action. My mother decided to suggest I get a Tinder. As I began to explain the connotation behind Tinder, this suggestion became funnier and funnier. However, she stood by her original statement.

She claimed: “Bailey, tons of people meet their significant others on online dating sites. Get a Christian Mingle, get a Tinder, get something.”

I figured, what’s there to lose? (Other than my dignity.) So, I downloaded a new app. An app called Tinder.

My Tinderella days were s13230313_10206868005960573_5663576985306253031_nhort lived as I soon realized that I was looking for a prince in a sea of frogs. Now I am not saying, in any way, fashion, or form, that there aren’t good people on Tinder. I know for a fact that there are. However, as the saying goes, “you have to kiss a lot of frogs to find your prince.” Sadly many of these frogs wanted to do a whole lot more than kissing, and well…I’m just not that kind of girl. 😉

I received inappropriate pick up line after pick up line, and I talked to guys who I thought were the “good ones” only to be proven wrong.  Then, it dawned on me. What did I expect? All of my life I had been taught to “not judge a book by its cover,” but that’s exactly what I was doing. I was swiping right or swiping left based on how attractive a guy’s profile photo was. How did I expect to find someone who wanted to get to know me, not my bra size, if we were judging each other solely off of a bio and a few profile photos? What if the good guys (The ones who would make me laugh, take me to the movies, and would still think I looked beautiful in a t-shirt with no makeup) were the ones I swiped left to?

It was then that I realized the glass slipper was a few sizes too small. I kicked off the heels, deleted the app and made a big sign that now hangs on my wall:

“You don’t need a significant other to lead a significant life. To BE significant.”

I’ve always been embarrassed by my “single status.” However, since leaving the Tinder world behind I’ve been focusing on bettering myself, growing closing to my family, friends, and God. I think that’s why I’ve been so happy these past few months. I’m not looking for someone to complete me. There isn’t some void I’m trying to fill. I’m happy.

I’ve realized that it’s all in God’s plan, and as for me, I’m going to put away the dating apps and live life. If I find my prince, he will be in God’s time not on my Tinder notifications.

May We Band Together In Prayer

As much as I like to think that this world is full of rainbows, happinessBible, and butterflies, the harsh truth is that it’s not. There is anger, hatred, terrorism and evil. My heart is heavy this morning, thinking of Christina Grimmie and the pain her family and friends have ahead. My heart is heavy this morning, thinking of the lives lost in the Florida shooting and all those fighting to stay alive.

Last night, people all across America went out. Just like any other Saturday night. They flooded movie theaters, restaurants, concerts and bars: making memories, living life to the fullest. However, 50 innocent individuals didn’t make it home. 50 innocent souls didn’t live to see the sunrise, and my heart breaks for this tragedy that has occurred. Still, there are 53 individuals currently fighting to see tomorrow.

The greatest weapon is the power of prayer. May we all band together and pray for the lives lost this morning, and those who will surely miss them. May we all band together and pray that God looks over the injured and gives them strength, courage, and comfort in the days to come. As Luke 18:1 says, always pray and never give up.

My own little Breakfast Club

Ralph Waldo Emerson once said, “I didn’t find my friends; the good lord gave them to me.”

I remember the days when I used to look at the popular girls, envious of the crowd of friends that always s13388768_10206997662881915_1521236372_oeemed to surround them. However, as I grew older I learned that it wasn’t the quantity of friendships that mattered, but the quality, and each night when I go to bed, I thank God for the beautiful friendships he has sent into my life. I truly believe, with all my heart, that God sent me my 7 best friends. We didn’t randomly cross paths, it was fate, and it was all in God’s plan. Each and every one of them has bought so much beauty and happiness into my life.

I’ve always wanted my life to be like an 80’s movie. No. I don’t have John Cusack holding a boom box outside my window. I’ve never ridden off into the sunset on the back of Patrick Dempsey’s lawnmower, and I don’t expect Matthew Broderick to come busting me out of work any day soon. However, I have my group, my Breakfast club, and I can’t image life without them.

 

My Breakfast Club:

  • The Explorer: We met when we were still learning how to tie our shoes, and the saying opposites attract couldn’t be more fitting. I was a shy little girl, who always wore dresses with matching bows. She on the other hand, would have preferred to be running around naked. Over the past nineteen years, I’ve watched as she has transformed into a leader- in every aspect of the word. She has this yearning to explore the world and makes an impact with every step she takes. The Explorer inspires me to see the world and follow my passions.

 

  • The Bookworm: Intelligence doesn’t even begin to describe it, and when we met in fourth grade, I could tell this girl was going places. When we were young, she was a girl of few words, but everything she said was meaningful and had a purpose. I on the other hand could talk to a wall for an hour. She’s one the smartest people I know, yet the first one to act stupid with me. *ikatie…cough, cough* She has this way of always knowing the right thing to say, and putting others before herself.

 

  • The Partner in Crime: Most definitely one of the coolest people I know. We started out as first graders who wore Bermuda shorts, fanny packs, and visors…. and I think it’s safe to say that while our friendship has grown, so has our fashion sense. 😉 This women is literally always there for me. We have one of those friendships, where we can call each other up at 12 a.m., to gush about the amazing date we just had. From OneDirection concerts {when we melted over Harry Styles with thousands of pre-teens} to sleepover’s that resulted in rom-coms and way too much junk food- life with her is never dull.

 

  • The Thing One and Thing Two: I’m pairing these two together, not because they don’t deserve their own bullet, but because we are three peas in a pod. I can still remember the exact moment I met thing one and thing two. My parents had just left me on a college campus where I felt like an outsider, my anxiety was through the roof, and I didn’t have a single friend. Little did I know, that God would have me cross paths with this group of girls that would help me though some of my darkest days. They are my best friends, my sisters in Christ. The three of us are so different, yet when we are together our friendship is effortless. College would not be the same without them.

 

  • The Fashionista: My little fashionista, my mini-me, my best friend. The Fashionista can go to a thrift store and walk out with the most incredible outfit. Since we met in Biology class sophomore year, she has become my Anna Wintour, my go to fashion expert. What I love most about The Fashionista, is her ability to love open heartedly. From piggyback pictures, sleepovers, study-dates, GNO’s, and getting free 7-11 hot chocolate at midnight, since the day we met, life has been full of laughter.

 

  • The Teacher: I don’t even know where to begin. This lady has a heart of pure gold. I only wish we would have met earlier in life. When you met her, you can’t help but fall in love with her silly laugh, constant optimism, and pure love for the Lord. She is easily one of the best listeners, values trust, and is one great concert buddy. She is such a beautiful person inside and out, yet she is always working to better herself and the world around her. She is amazing, and I hope she always remembers that.

 

Like Ralph said, “I didn’t find my friends, the good Lord gave them to me,” and I couldn’t be more thankful. Love you all.


Disclaimer: Dear Friends: if you were not described above, I still cherish our friendship and love you…. Just like Molly Rigwalls acting career, the blog post had to end sooner or later.

Daily Bailey

13414603_10206987683312432_636849653_nMy name is Bailey Nicole. I’m 21 years old and determined to live each moment as if it is my last. I’ve learned that life is to short not to jump in fountains, laugh at your own jokes, wear bright red lipstick on an insignificant day and dance in the rain. Someday when I die, I want my “flashback sequence” to be incredible. I want the story’s that are told at my funeral to result in laughter, not tears. God placed each and every one us on earth for a particular reason. It’s our duty to discover what that reason is, but I figure, why not have fun doing it?

Life is not measured by the number of breaths we take (or the number of Netflix shows we watch), but by the number of moments that take our breath away.

Green Light

This afternoon, I was sitting in rush hour traffic trying to get home from Dallas. The light turned green but the car in front of me wasn’t moving. Cars began flying around it, but as I drove by I began to question “why isn’t it moving.” As I passed, I looked into the window to find the driver unconscious behind the wheel. I instantly pulled off into a parking lot, and as I did, two other cars noticed and pulled over as well. Luckily, a man driving one of the other cars was able to help the individual while I called 911.

Scary afternoon.

So often we get caught up in our own little worlds and become blind to what is going on around us, but you never know when someone may need your help. Always pay attention to your surroundings while driving- I’m sure glad I did.