The huz and I have a really great problem to have. We love both of our families a lot. like, really, really a lot.

And we typically can only go see one of them for the holidays and only for one holiday at that. Which is hard because we want to see our families all the time.

Mt Gran and #cavebaby

My Gran and #cavebaby

My family is in the PNW and his is in New England, so we can only pick one each year.

#gohawks #gopats

More often than not we are not able to travel home for Thanksgiving. So, we started inviting friends over for T-giving a few years ago. A #Friendsgiving if you will.

#Friendsgiving is something I look forward to now, instead of being sad that I cannot be with family. What a gift to gather with friends who cannot be with family and celebrate, overeat and be thankful together.

Getting the serving dishes ready.

Getting the serving dishes ready.

This year several friends are coming over. I am cooking a turkey, something that still scares me. A 23lb. turkey. But, I am excited for the parade, for food, for my baby’s first celebration, for more food, some football, putting on some old maternity pants and eating more food.

I made my Gran’s Cornbread Dressing today. I love a great family recipe. Of course, she makes it the best, but it is a decent attempt at a taste of home when I can’t be with her on Thanksgiving.

My Gran's DELISH Cornbread Dressing

My Gran’s DELISH Cornbread Dressing

Requirements for #Friendsgiving:

  1. Everyone has a dish (whether they make it or they give me the recipe and I make it) that is their fave dish from childhood. Something delicious and nostalgic. Nostalgia is delicious to me.
  2. TONS of leftovers. Because doesn’t everyone want to take leftovers home?
  3. We watch the parade (if you’re over in the morning) and we watch football all afternoon (#GOHAWKS)

So, remember to be thankful, whoever you’re with and wherever you are. There is always a bright side. Look for it this holiday season. Happy Thanksgiving!

p.s. Don’t get caught in a Yam/Potato landslide at the grocery store. Excessive Safeway? I think so.



my thoughts on moving

If you have moved before, you know the thoughts/feelings/emotions that go along with it.

-You miss your friends terribly

-You are excited to explore a new area

-You are excited about being closer to your parents

-You are sad about being further from your husband’s parents.

-You are anxious about starting new routines

-You are excited about new routines, new hiking trails, new restaurants

Obviously, it is a lot of mixed emotions.

Well, we have been here now for over 4 months and I can say one thing for sure. The beauty of Northern California definitely helps me cope:


a sunset as we drove home from Napa.


driving home from Monterey.


my view from my patio.

You know what helps the most? Divine Intervention. The huz’s best friend from middle school lives out here with his wonderful wife. The huz hasn’t really even spoken to him since middle school and he just happens to be here. Another friend, who grew up just miles from the huz’s lives out here with her fiance and we have already met some other couples. This isn’t normal for me when I move. It usually takes me awhile to feel settled and have friend dates lined up. It is throwing a curveball in my moving theory.

I have this theory – its takes a solid two years before a place feels like home. The first year, everything is foreign and you need a map to find all your new stores, shops, stylists, and doctors. The second year, you reevaluate some of these things until you get it just right. This is the abbreviated version of my theory.

I think that theory still stands, but I would be lying if I said it was this easy to feel comfortable in DC. It took me two plus years to begin to like DC, and even then, it was just like, not love.

Will San Fran become love? I’m not sure yet. What I can tell you is this, I know this move was what God had planned from the beginning and I am excited to see how He uses it in our lives. I am excited to make new friends, explore new places and be back on the West Coast.

♥ sam

Ready or not…the west coast beckons

Well, it is official. The huz and I are moving to San Francisco.

We leave next week for a house hunting trip…kinda crazy.


We are:






We mainly cannot believe it is finally happening. After thinking we were going to move a year ago, here we are, actually moving! It has been hard letting people here in DC know, and exciting letting our friends and family on the west coast know. Obviously, I don’t know how I feel about it all just yet.


What I do know is:

I am excited for this next adventure.

I am not excited about finding a new job.

I am going to LOVE the weather.

I am going to miss my friends.

I cannot wait to explore the redwood forests.

I did not get a chance to explore every inch of DC like I had planned.

I know that this is what God wants for us

I am excited to be a short plane ride from my parents.

I am sad to leave my sister in DC.

I am VERY excited about wine tastings in Napa Valley.

I am feeling queasy thinking about the need to find a new church.

I know that all adventures with the huz are so incredibly fun and exciting.

I know that God is in control and knows exactly why we are moving.


And that is why I am excited, more than anything else.

So, here we go! Next stop, house hunting trip… (here comes that queasy feeling again…San Fran is so dang expensive!).