Every day is a new day. Some days seem too hold more excitement than others, but really, every sunrise is unique and I’m thankful for a fresh start on each morning.

I think it’s possible to have an ESPECIALLY new morning every once in a while. I remember one particular morning exactly 3 years ago, when I woke up and things were very, VERY new.

I opened my eyes quickly, after remembering the events that took place the night before. Eric had picked me up from my parents’ house around 5pm. I was all dolled up for a Valentine’s Day dinner, and I was very excited to be wearing new clothes, to have my fingernails and toenails freshly painted, and to give Eric his favorite chocolate fudge that I’d made him earlier that day.

He looked so handsome in his leather jacket. I could tell that he’d recently gotten a haircut, which is an occasion worth documenting in my books. I gave my parents a quick hug and scurried out the door. Eric told me we were going to Granbury for dinner, and I was excited to go somewhere new.

I was a little confused when we pulled up to a Bed and Breakfast. I knew we weren’t staying the night there, so I assumed they were offering a Valentine’s dinner to locals. Again, I was surprised when he took me into an empty dining room, with a picnic basket on a table nearby. Eric pulled my chair out for me, and I sat down excitedly.

Little by little, he pulled out the courses of a delicious meal, complete with sparkling grape juice and a heart shaped cheesecake. I noticed that he kept his jacket on during dinner, so I asked him about it. “I’m still cold,” he replied nonchalantly. It was in the 40’s outside. I also noticed that he ate his dinner especially fast. I mean, he’s typically a fast eater, but not THAT fast. I called him on it. “Why don’t you slow down and enjoy this date? I mean, how often do you surprise me with a romantic dinner on Valentine’s day? This is awesome! Slow down and enjoy it!”

“Sorry,” he quickly replied.

No sooner did he announce that he wanted to read me something from Scripture and he left his Bible in the car. It was the same Bible that was taking my place in the passenger’s seat about 30 minutes earlier, and I had tossed to the back to make more room for myself.

I sat in the dining room alone, waiting on his return. I couldn’t believe how thoughtful he had been to make this such a special Valentine’s Day for me. As he walked back in, he walked to the corner to retrieve a bowl of water and a towel that I had not previously noticed. He drug it over to me, and told me to remove my new red heels. (Well, he just said “shoes”, but hey, why not take a moment to notice a new red pair of heels?)

As he knelt down, I placed my feet in the water, and he searched for the verses he wanted to share. He began to nervously wash my feet with one hand, while he held his Bible with the other. He read Proverbs 31 to me. It talks about a wife of noble character.

I think this is when I first started to think something was up.

As he finished the last verse, he looked up at me and told me how he wanted me to be his wife. He said that he loved me so much, and I think a couple of other things I wish I could recall. All I know is that in the next split second, he was holding open the most beautiful diamond ring I’d ever seen. As he put it on my finger, I could not believe I was engaged to marry the most wonderful man in the world. Engaged?!?!

He made a quick phone call and told me that Jeremy and Misti (our friends and the Pastor/Pastor’s wife at StoneWater Church) were coming. When they arrived, they took pictures of and told us they had a surprise for us. We left the bed and breakfast and drove for what seemed like an hour. As we pulled up to an unfamiliar house, I recognized my parent’s car in the driveway.

We walked into a house full of people who had known for weeks about our engagement. My family, Eric’s family, friends from church, and even the youth group of our church were there. It was so amazing. Eric had planned that one too. I showed off my ring proudly to all who were willing to look.

Three years ago, I layed my bed in a house I shared with two other girls from college. I held up my hand, admiring the sparkle of a ring that signified so much. It was a new morning with new meaning. Soon, I would be Mrs. Wilkins.

Yes, every day is a new day. Thank you, Eric, for choosing me and creating an ESPECIALLY new morning.

P.S. If you or someone you know is ENGAGED… today is the LAST DAY to enter a contest for a FREE ENGAGEMENT SESSION at Double Knot Photography! Tell your friends!

You know what I’ve found out in the last few weeks? Your vocal chords are REALLY important. I mean, really important. Have you ever tried not to make a noise for a day? How about even an hour? Try just 5 minutes…. It’s HARD. No whispering. No talking to myself. No humming along with the music. Just silence.

I never really knew how hard my vocal chords were working, until they were overworked. A little over a month ago, I hit my breaking point (no, my vocal chords didn’t literally break… but they kinda felt like it). It was a normal Sunday. My hubby, the Worship Leader for StoneWater Church, along with me and the rest of the band, were doing run-through for our services that morning. I noticed that my voice had not recouperated from the previous weeks of singing (my vocal chords get a little tired after singing about 20 songs in a morning) and I felt like I was really pushing myself too hard for the notes to come out. By the end of the day, my voice was hoarse, my throat hurt, and I think my vocal chords were screaming “Don’t you dare sing another note!”

Unfortunately, I did sing another note. Lots of other notes. For the next couple of weeks, I continued to lead worship and sing. Although it hurt my throat, I figured it was just something that would go away. Bbbuuuttt, it didn’t. It got to the point where even when I talked, my vocal chords would hurt. I knew there was a problem.

So, Eric scheduled me an appointment at the ear, nose, and throat doctor for a little thing called a Laryngoscopy. Basically, the doctor sticks a scope up your nose, through your sinus cavity, down your throat, and looks at your vocal chords. As you can imagine, I was a WEE bit nervous. I had some serious fear to fight off before the “procedure.” With a lot of people’s prayers and moral support from both my husband and my mom, I went and had my vocal chords checked.

Good news! My vocal chords look good, but really swollen. So, I’m on vocal rest for TWO WEEKS! No singing. No talking. No whispering. No humming. Nothing. I can’t say that I’ve been 100% silent, but I’ve been trying really hard. I realized that I do things that I didn’t know about myself before… such as, I talk to my dogs. Frequently. Yeah… I know… I’m weird.

Anyway, I’m doing my best to be quiet, so if you can help me by giving me a friendly wave instead of trying to strike up a conversation, that would make me feel a lot better about feeling like I’m ignoring you by not talking. LOL! I cannot WAIT to get back to singing and leading worship at StoneWater. Well, actually, I’m just ready to be able to talk to my hubby when we’re sitting together in the living room! Continue to keep me in your prayers, that my vocal chords would completely heal and I will be able to sing like normal when it’s all said and done.

Here’s StoneWater Band a couple months ago. Just thought I would share our joy for the Lord! Have a great day!

I have been a busy bee lately! Actually, it’s not just me…. it’s Micah, too. We’ve both been working so hard lately. On what, you ask? Well, on something awesome. Something exciting. Something NEW and FUN! I’m 100% sure they you are all going to love it. So you want to see what we’ve been doing? Well here’s a teeny-tiny bit of the surprise….

There is only a few more days until you find out. February 1st to be exact. So… keep your eyes peeled.

And since posts are better with pictures, here’s a sneak peek from Drew & Lensie’s wedding!

My little baby Romeo was cold yesterday because it was snowing… so I thought I would put his hoodie on. I know he loved it. He told me…. by the way he was prancing around in it. He’s kind of a girlie-boy. And my hubs thought he needed his picture taken with his mommy. Oh yes, he definitely did.

Happy New Year’s Eve’s Eve!

Christmas is the most amazing time of the year. Everyone hangs Christmas lights and sets up Christmas trees, Christmas music fills the air, and I get to eat sweets… a LOT. Well, I already eat a lot of sweets, but I get to eat a LLLOOOTT of sweets. To top it all off, we got to experience our first white Christmas I can remember. On Christmas Eve it was like a blizzard outside, with the snow blowing sideways at 40 mph. It was AWESOME! So, on Christmas Day, everything was covered in white and I had a permanent smile.

We had Christmas at my mom and dad’s house like always. It is totally my favorite thing when we all get up early on Christmas morning and watch the kids run into the living room with amazement on their faces from all the things Santa brought them. I LOVE Christmas. So, I thought I would share a few of the pictures I grabbed on my favorite day of the year.

Santa always puts underwear on the tree. My niece (4) thought that was hilarious!

Kinzie and Austin

Austin and my hub

Pop (my grandpa) excited about a picture of the kids I gave him!

My mom snagged one of me (please excuse the hideousness). My mom’s dog Darlin is trying to get into my coffee. She must like it as much as I do… lol!

After presents and breakfast, there was a snowball fight and snowman making.

My dad is going to kill me for this one….

I think my mom’s dog looks like a skunk.

Kinzie helping Papaw roll the middle of the snowman!

Eric and Austin rolling the bottom of the snowman!

She got tired…

The bottom was getting so big that they couldn’t roll it!

You can see how heavy it is by the strain on their faces!

The reveal of the snowman!

The final product: 6′3″ snowman. Wow. And it’s STILL standing.