Hey y'all, Caroline and Connor here. (I say Connor, but actually he's just lounging on the couch next to me and adding verbiage when prompted. Good enough.) We were born in the 90's. That would make us millennials (which is confusing, because you would think this would implicate those born in the 2000s). Our generation…
When I was in middle school, one could say I was "on fire" for the Lord. I was at every church camp and outing, and even more, I was on the front row with arms raised and waving. I could seriously get my Jesus on, y'all. My best friend at the time and I made…
When I was younger, I made a list in my diary titled "Caroline's Dream Guy." My sweet mom has since had the decency to take that page of my diary out... and give it to my husband. I know this because it was tacked to our refrigerator for months. A glaring reminder of the shallow,…
It may be hard to imagine, but growing up I was a serial dater. (Did I just hear you snort?) This is not to imply that I'm done growing up, (I still don't know how to do taxes, change an air filter, or fully understand what a 401k is...) but turns out having a husband…
Growth Spurts 