T.V., Kelli and Me…

Growing up an only child to a single parent who worked two jobs most of my childhood, I had to find ways to entertain myself. Often my imagination would take me to far away places where I could be anything and I had fairies and rock-stars as friends but when I returned to my reality, the television is where I found comfort. Over the years, I found myself in many characters in my favorite shows, or I imagined being part of the perfect family or being friends with the cool kids going on all of their adventures with them. Finding comfort in television has stayed with me into my adulthood and I still get stolen away into fairytale lands or quaint little towns where everyone and everything is perfect. When my favorite characters have troubles, I know everything will work out just right and I know they are always there when I need them.

Sometimes in life, you get lucky enough to connect with someone through a shared interest and I have been blessed beyond measure to get to share my real life time and many adventures with my friend Kelli. We have been known to spend hours analyzing our favorite characters, creating new scenarios, sharing tears and laughter (especially while watching Les Mis or trying to figure out Peyton Sawyer’s hair) and creating top ten lists with each other. The shared interest in television is not what makes us friends but it is like the icing on the friendship cake. Little did I know that the thing that sweetens our friendship like a little sugar on the rim of your favorite beverage would take us on so many journeys.

A few years back we took our girls’ trip with our three other best girls (you will hear all about them in future posts) to Southport, NC because we wanted to see the place where the movie Safe Haven was filmed. It didn’t take long and Southport became part of our souls. There is something in the haunting trees, the salt filled air and the whispers of a time long forgotten that wraps around every fiber of my being and I feel completely at peace. Last year we visited Beaufort, Charleston, and Port Royal, SC where we were able to visit the Gullah restaurant featured in the Netflix show High on the Hog. I will save details on that trip for later because it deserves a post all of its’ own. Through our shared connection, other passions have been born including Kelli’s love and talent for creating content and my rejuvenated excitement for writing and traveling. Consequently, our common love of history and research has been nurtured as well and if either of our careers don’t work out, we found out we have major private investigating skills. I’m talking above FBI level here.

Our most recent adventure took us to Wilmington, NC where one of our favorite shows, One Tree Hill was filmed. We had been listening to the Drama Queens podcast hosted by the actresses Hillary Burton, Sophia Bush, and Joy Lenz and wanted to try some of the recommended places that they loved while living in Wilmington. We also wanted to visit more filming locations that we did not get to visit in depth on a previous trip. Additionally, we visited some Dawson’s Creek filming locations and went back to South Port to see the grave yard (Old Smithville Burial Ground) in A Walk to Remember. The verdict is still out on if this is the correct grave yard after applying our above mentioned investigative skills but even if it is not the right filming location, it is worth the trip anyway. On this trip my favorite small screen town came to life. Weather it be on our walk down the River Walk, chatting in front of Tree Hill High, standing on the River Court, signing a brick at Tric, or eating at Hell’s Kitchen, we experienced all that is One Tree Hill. The quiet small town, the friendship, the drama, the laughter, the strife…we heard it all, we felt it all and I can not wait to go back because after all, there is only One Tree Hill.

I am forever grateful that two girls with a common love became friends and that that friendship has taken them to places only found in story books. And when those two girls are home again and tucked away in their beds, they can turn on their favorite t.v. show and know that their favorite characters will always be there for them but more importantly, they will always be there for each other……

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Listen to the waves and you will hear our hearts beating:

I’ve loved watching my kids grow up on this beach. Our first time here was in 2006 when they were 5,2, and 1. If sand and waves could talk, they would tell you a story of 3 kids who found pieces of their soul at this place that is our 2nd home. When they were little they would gather sand, build sand castles, run and splash in the waves, collect shells, look for turtles and crabs, and bury each other, this little edge of earth being their natural playground. The years gave way to tanning, parasailing, banana boat riding, swimming, fishing, and meeting new friends from other states and hanging out for hours upon hours. We’ve brought friends and family and friends who became family and we always build a tighter, stronger bond each year at the beach. Every year, we leave a piece of our heart here and when we return the following year, our hearts become whole again. As they grow and become adults with their own families, it fills me with joy to know they will always carry the sounds ,sights and lessons of the ocean in their hearts.

Kamron’s last football game EVER: the game that built him…

Well, another moment come to pass that not too long ago felt forever away. Tonight Kam laced up his cleats and played football for the very last time. It was cold, it was rainy, it was intense. There were great highs and lows. There was blood, there was sweat, there was laughter, there were tears… it was high school football in all it’s glory. I’m still coming to terms with the fact that I will never sit in those bleachers again to watch my boy. When the game was winding down and it was clear that this would be the last game, I looked up, closed my eyes and let the rain hit my face and just soaked it all in. Memories of his first game, his 5 year old self, all the wins and all the losses that he and his teammates came back from, the championships, his 8 yr. Old self, then middle school, then his first time under the Friday Night Lights, it all came flooding in. When something is part of your life for so long, it becomes part of who you are. Kam is sad and hurting tonight, this is the end of one chapter but it is the beginning of another. I know we will both get to spend time with other passions and maybe even develop some new ones and the best is yet to come. But man will this season of life be forever etched into our hearts, memories and souls and will forever be part of who we are and part of the man Kam is/ is becoming. We could not be more proud of him and are so thankful for 13yrs. of life lessons, work ethic, friendships, joy, pain, family time, trials and tribulations, strength, excitement and fun that we have all been blessed with. Thank you to every single person that has ever cheered him on and supported him and coached him. It warms my heart to know how many people love him. Well, that’s a wrap, and one last time….. Go Hornets🐝

Not just a road trip: our anniversary weekend

Our anniversary weekend: A little adventure, some exploring and a whole lot of relaxing. I’m usually amazed not in the destination but at what happens along the way. Throughout our 21 years married, we have planned many a trip for ourselves and our family. Sometimes we stay in Ohio, and many times we venture farther to discover little slices of happiness in waves crashing, sandy toes, or rolling, steaming mountains. But the happiness that is with us daily and can be found at a turn of a key is along that open road. We talk, we laugh, we cry, we tell stories, we sing, we argue about who controls the dials and who is a better driver, and we reminisce about old times and the ones that have gone before us. Even on regular old weekends sometimes we just choose to drive. For on our little road trips is where the threads of our bond are woven more intricately together. Every car we’ve owned together could whisper a chapter of our lives. When the engine roars to life and the wind rushes through the cracked window hitting my face in just the perfect way, I can hear our story. And when the day is over, the road always leads us right back home to our cozy little cottage where we can just be us tucked away from all the world , free to just…. breathe. It’s not the destination, it’s the journey.