Tonight the framily gathered at Jim and Mal’s for spaghetti and pound cake with a fire crackling in the kitchen.
It’s finally down in the 20s, which is just the way I like it in January. It feels so good to be buried in my favorite huge sweatshirt and cozy Sorrel boots.
If you’re on facebook, it’s really weird and cool that there is now an official page for Home Town! If you click here and like the page, you’ll get to see all the behind the scenes stuff and stay up to date on plans for a premiere party and whatnot.
This still doesn’t seem real. It’s in 2 weeks, y’all. 14 days. FOURTEEN DAYS. I hope I don’t sound like a country bumpkin on TV. I hope I don’t do anything too embarrassing. I hope you like what we do with the house. I’m sorta nervous and feeling naked out here on a stage right about now… Which led to prayers in church this morning for God’s protection around my heart and mind while life is weird and exposed for a while, and that He would shine through us if at all possible when people finally see this thing. That’s a tall order. Fingers crossed.