My Story

I’m a Georgia girl at heart. I love sweet tea, Georgia Football, biscuits and gravy, magnolia blooms, bows, pearls, boiled peanuts, blue jeans, picnics, rocking chairs and all things southern.

I’m the youngest of 3 children raised by a single momma. I was the baby (right up until my own baby came along).

I’m married to the man of my dreams and together we have a sweet, sassy, spoiled 2 year old. I never believed in soul mates until I got married (even after meeting my husband).

I accepted Christ as my Lord when I was 13 after attending a Southern Baptist Church my entire life. I am constantly in awe of His grace and forgiveness.

I’m an introvert but spent years trying desperately to step out of my comfort zone and like people. This often causes great internal conflict. I frequently immerse myself in people until my breaking point then the light bulb goes off and I remember that I need some down “Niki” time before I lose it. Thankfully my husband is wonderful and takes this into consideration when I act psychotic, even reminding me sometimes that I need a break before I notice it

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I like to pretend to be a girly-girl but deep inside I’d rather be playing in the sand box with Adi, four-wheeling, riding roller coasters.

I lay awake at night plotting ways to become:

- a stay at home momma

- an owner of a bed and breakfast on the beach

- a teacher for the years in between the first two options

I questions people’s intentions and authenticity constantly.

I’m a recovering chick-flick-and-Nicholas-Sparks-books-aholic. Hubby can attest to the fact that I’m much more manageable and don’t expect him to read me sonnets after waking me with “true loves first kiss” since I don’t immerse myself in the sappiness all the time. I’m well aware that you need to be able to separate these things from real life but for some reason my head just wouldn’t wrap around my reality.