Five Friday Facts

HAPPY FRIDAY YA’LL!

Today’s post, I am sharing 5 fun facts about me. It still blows me away anybody follows along my seriously simple life or reads the things I write, but I definitely am beyond grateful and love sharing with you. So, today I am keeping it simple and just sharing funny facts and quirks about me that you probably don’t know! I hope it just makes you feel like you know me a little better. (Or, it might make you be like, whoa- this girl is a nut job.) Either way, welcome to my life and I am glad you’re in it!

xoxo- Han

 Top is from Riffraff! #riffrafflove and bangles are from the new Kendra Scott line!

1. ROUTINE

I am the most predictable person, because I am a woman of routine almost to a fault. I do the exact same things every morning, eat the same meals every day, and follow an order to things so closely that, if it gets jumbled, I have to talk myself into believing everything will be a-okay. I like order, and I like to know far in advance what to expect from something- be it an event, a trip, or just dinner with Paul… I need to know what is going on. In college, I was so OCD about order, I would buy 3 different cereals every week that paired well together (ex: Blueberry Honey Bunches, Banana Nut Cheerios, and Frosted Flakes), and I measured out with a measuring cup 1/3 of each for a full bowl of cereal.

2. DANCE

Maybe you know this one, but I was a dancer my whole life and danced through college. (I also played competitive soccer until I was 16.) Kick and pom are my favorite, though I love a good modern routine, and there is nothing like the high you get right before you strut out on stage. I was captain of my high school team, and then captain of my team my final year of college. I love choreographing for schools on the side and helping judge tryouts in the spring.

3. COLLEGE

Speaking of college, I studied Broadcast communications with a minor in writing. I took 18 hours a semester and graduated in 3 years, and got married two months after walking the stage. (#IwasCRAZY) I had an unhealthy obsession with Al Roker and Katie Couric growing up, and wanted to be a Today Show newscaster more than anything in the world. Then, as I got closer to graduation, I decided I would rather be a wife and write than be at a news studio at 3 AM. (Not exactly the romantic newlywed life I had always dreamed of.) Hence, the blog has satisfied the itch I always had to do something “broadcasty”, but this is a bit more manageable. 😉

4. HOMETOWN

I am from an itty bitty town of 4,000 called Bulverde, Texas. (Although in the last few years it’s grown crazy fast. BOOOO.) I grew up there majority of my life, minus 3 years in Deer Creek, Oklahoma. My parents built us a home on a large ranch where I spent some core years of my childhood running around chasing goats, and then when we moved back to Bulverde from Deer Creek, we lived in a cute little yellow rock home with a front porch, chairs for morning coffee talk, and chickens in the back yard.

5. MORE SIMPLE THE BETTER

I get really stressed out if something is too complex or stupidly more complicated than it should be. I don’t need a bunch of apps on my phone (in fact, I hate apps that in theory “make life easier”). I prefer researching things for myself rather than asking Siri, my favorite television show is I Love Lucy, and I would rather stay at home with a book on Friday than go out. I have had the same 5 favorite movies for over 10 years and watch them routinely on repeat throughout the week, and the same three best friends for over 10 years. Most people think I am an extrovert, but I am actually an INFJ. I am a deep thinker, I act off of emotion more often than not, and I 1000% recharge by myself- not with friends. Love y’all, but after a long day, I want to be in a dimly lit room with a candle, and a glass of wine by myself (my dog and hubby are welcome, of course haha.) I am also a Christmas loving FOOL. If it were up to me, Christmas would be all year long.

Bonus: I am absolutely HORRIFIED by frogs. I know it’s silly, but they legitimately make me cry and give me anxiety. I think there’s a very good reason God made frogs part of the plague, and I have no intention of coming anywhere near them.

Seriously love y’all. Thanks for reading The Cake. I have said it so many times before, but you have made lots of my dreams come true and I am so thankful for what this community has become.

xoxo- Han

All photos provided by Cottonwood Road Photography for The Cake by Hannah

 

To The Girl Trying To Do It All

This is for those of you who, like me, strive for excellence in all things and are the masters of burnout. In an attempt to be perfect (news flash- not to burst your bubble- you will never be), you spread thin your talents and abilities.

To the girl (or boy) trying to do it all: If you are like me, you want to be good at everything you do. Which, frankly, I sincerely hope that you all do strive to be good at everything you do. I hope you do dive into everything wholeheartedly, passionately, and full of life. And, bonus, it’s okay to enjoy being good at what you do. Where we can get thrown off is that word “everything”. Your everything might be different than someone else’s everything. Your load might look different, your skill set, your passions. Don’t compare your everything to someone else’s everything- they’re going to be different and there is no shame if you cannot carry as much. The minute you start diving into more than you can handle, the zeal and passion will dwindle. I just had to start saying no to things, because I realized I was carrying more than I am able to- me. My own personal load that I am meant to carry, despite the fact others around me were thriving with the same amount, if not more. But, no matter what you are capable of carrying, if you load yourself up beyond your personal capacity- everything will suffer and bear the burden. (We will get more to that in a few.) With this effort for excellence can often also come the fear of anything less than perfection, not feeling good enough from the pressure you put on yourself. This is the ugly side of desiring excellence. Because of that, you always have in the back of your mind you could be doing something better, and are likely letting somebody down. Does this ring a bell with you yet? This is SO me. I always think I am in trouble- no matter what. If someone says they want to talk, I immediately have anxiety and start racking my mind for all the things I have maybe done wrong or could have said to them that was rude, or could have been taken wrong. The most innocent of questions will haunt me long after they are asked, and I will begin to over analyze them. I will try to figure out what that person was implying to me by asking me that. I will then usually overexpose myself and barf out all the things I have done wrong in the last week as an attempt to apologize for the unknown reason we are meeting or why that question was asked. Paul always says he is so happy he married, because there is no way on earth I could ever lie to him. I just can’t. Nine times out ten, these conversations I freak out over are positive. In fact, it’s almost never been that I am in trouble. It is to tell me “hey, we just want to tell you how great you are doing at ‘x’.” Or, legit, once it was to tell me I was getting a raise, and I had convinced myself the only reason they could possibly want to talk to me would be to fire me. It’s a real issue, actually, and I am praying for the confidence of God in all things, because what this comes down to is a lack of it. And, as somebody who claims the name of Jesus, I should have all the confidence in the world with what I do- and guilt-free- because he went before me. 

If you are saying yes, yes yes to any of this, then I get you. We have this beautiful marriage between hard work and passion. Zeal for life and persistence. We literally just don’t take no for an answer, not because we are naive or selfish, but because our vision surpasses being realistic or safe. There really is so much good to this characteristic. But, there is also a side to this marriage that means striving for perfection to a fault, paranoia that people are disappointed in you, and always assuming the worst. You work yourself to burnout, take a couple days to recover, and then follow routine until you burn out again next month. You fail to nurture friendships, because you are running your own race with blinders on. You run over people, not on purpose, but because you have your eye on the end goal, the big vision, and forget about the present. And, the big one, you fail to nurture yourself, take care of you, feed yourself, or sleep well.

If you are the girl trying to do it all, you are likely reading this and saying yes this is me and I am so tired. Listen to me: One of the best bits of advice I have ever been given in life is pick your 3. Pick your 3 relationships to pour into the most, your core people who bring out the best you, pick your 3 passions to pursue, pick your 3 goals for the next year and don’t lose site of those 3, and those alone. Three. You can handle 3. Anything beyond that lingers burnout, and he is waiting at the fence line to snag you and beat you down. To the girl trying to do it all, you may be involved in 8 different things that, in theory, you are awesome at. But when doing those 8 things at once, you are mediocre at all of them simply because of time and resources. Just because you are good at something doesn’t mean you have to do something with it in your current season of life. You have depleted yourself to be unable to pour wholeheartedly into anything, because you’ve tried to spread enough butter for one piece of toast onto five. It just doesn’t work, it doesn’t taste as good, and it’s not practical.

I encourage you, if you are reading this and saying yes to any of these scenarios and situations, pick 3. Quit something. Quitting something to open a way for other things to fully take root and flourish isn’t shameful. In fact, it will be blessed. I can assure you of that, because I just experienced it. The Lord honors your faithfulness for excellence and he loves your passions and desires, if he is glorified in them. God is not glorified in burnout. Burnout is God’s grace to reveal you are trying to be your own God. You are trying to do more than you have been created to do on your own. When burnout happens, you are frustrated at yourself because you are physically incapable of doing well at a, b, and c- the things you know you’re good at. And you find that your work ethic and standard for excellence you are soooo proud of are nothing at all to be proud of, because they’re both terrible and dragging from sheer exhaust. It’s like driving a Porsche whose oil hasn’t been changed out in a year and the engine is now sputtering. It’s useless when it isn’t taken care of.

 I get the shame and guilt that comes with quitting something. You can feel like the biggest failure, because it’s admitting, “I just can’t keep up.” I am unable. I am weaker than this craziness called life I have created for myself. But, y’all, on the other side of this conversation is the most beautiful freedom. You will flourish and realize how good it is to run a race you are equipped for, not crawling through. Crawling through the race is this crazy norm we have all fallen into. Being a wife? Who needs to be good at that when you are running a race while balancing 8 broken plates in your hands. Running a race broken and taped together, not okay. If you are crawling and reaching for the finish line, something’s gotta give. 

Paul and I have experienced some big changes in our schedule in just the last two weeks, and we have found ourselves at our dinner table together at 6:30 PM more times than we have in the last year. Not kidding. We have not eaten dinner at 10 PM once in the last two weeks, which is a massive change. We haven’t had this ever in our marriage, not once. I have looked across the table at Paul multiple times and said, “This is what marriage feels like?” Don’t get to the point we did, y’all. Don’t run yourself dry. Say no to things outside your 3. It’s okay to quit things, it’s okay to pursue specific passions over others. And with that, new opportunities that fit in perfectly just might take root.

If you are crawling your race right now, know that you aren’t alone. I just got up from crawling and I am here to grab your hand, shake off all “the extra” from you, and run alongside you. I can say I am so stoked for life. I don’t get exhausted just thinking about my obligations and schedule for the next month. I literally used to just cry when Paul and I would sit down to sync our schedules for the week. But, when we started saying no to things, we found hope and excitement peeking out again over the horizon. Our church, our community, and doing well at our jobs is what we focus on. In that, we found time for each other (gasp), for family, and for our core people.

I am rooting for you! You can pick your 3, I promise. 😉 Love y’all. 

xoxo- Han

 

 

 

Picking Your List of Counsel

Plans fail for lack of counsel, but with many advisers they succeed. Proverbs 15:22

This morning, Paul and I woke up at 5:22 AM to a once again sick doodle. (Poor baby.) We know you shouldn’t change your dog’s food on them without a transition time, but we bought a small bag of food from Whole Foods two nights ago, because we knew we were out of food at home and definitely knew we were beyond exhausted. We just wanted to get home and into bed so we could finally sit down for the day. We grabbed the food and said ‘we will give her this, and then buy her big bag from Costco tomorrow’, all unfolding in aisle 8 at Whole Foods. This was the worst idea ever. My poor Presley has been sick as a d-o-g, and every time she gets sick I have this overwhelming sense of regret and guilt because it’s all my fault. Trust me, I know we did it wrong.

This is nothing to do with today’s post, but that’s what woke me up today at 5:22 AM. So we went ahead and rolled out of bed to our dimly lit living room, cleaned up doodle, and got to our quiet time before what felt like anybody else was awake in the surrounding 10 miles radius. No cars driving by, no dull rush from the highway on the other side of our complex. Complete silence. Then in the middle of our quiet time, a ginormous THUD came from our closet and I legitimately thought someone was hiding in our closet and about to kill us. Alas, it was just our huge tub of probably about 50+ books scattered across our floor. This has been my morning, and it’s fairly irrelevant except to invite you into Paul’s and my life haha. This is to give you a great visual picture of our current setting, that’s all.  BUT, to the point, I read my devotional this morning and it was called PUSH. It gave me the scripture above and challenged me to write out my “wise counsel”. When Paul and I got married, we got marriage counseling from a couple who stand as wise counsel in our life. We read through a book with them, and met for dinner a couple times a month to hash out things we were not seeing eye to eye on and getting over all prepared (as best you can) for life as a unit in just a few months. Part of this counseling was choosing people we trust and feel comfortable with the other going to when we are in turmoil, frustrated with one another, or just need advice that we can’t give one another. This select, special list are people that we can share anything with- our deepest struggles, our frustrations with one another, and our fears. Because, though our spouses are our confidants and best friends, sometimes we need to step outside of our tunneled perspective that exists between just the two of us, and ask for wiser counsel to speak into our situation. We have had moments in our marriage that we are at a complete dead end, and we will not find an exit on our own. Rather, we will continue in the round about we are driving on, and keep missing the turn out because we cannot seem to find a common ground.

This list will shift with life changes, season changes and circumstances. But amongst our list is parents, peers, pastors, and superiors. So this morning I wrote out my list of wise counsel in this season of life, from peers (friends in the same life stage as you) who I know can give me biblical viewpoints and wisdom, to wise women in my church community (superiors), to my pastors, and of course our parents. These are people who I trust to speak into me, who know me well, can encourage me, rebuke and refine me, prune me, and guide me. They are people I respect as wives, as business leaders, as moms, as my spiritual guides. This is the list of people that, if in a situation you are told you are wrong or should look at something from a different angle, you listen and value that especially so because it’s coming from one of your people on “the list”. This doesn’t mean discount completely anyone who gives you advice or says you should work on something that isn’t on the list, but you take it with a grain of salt. You give this list of people access into your life in a special way that others do not get. Not because you are selfish or don’t want to be transparent with everyone, but because life shouldn’t be lived with a million people offering you advice that you take action on. These people are who you have decided to entrust with the nitty gritty details of your life. Everybody in the world, no matter how great their intentions, cannot and should not help you with the nitty gritty. These are the people who, if something terrible happened, would step in and act as your sanity and guide you in decision making.

So I made my list. It consists of 10 people, 9 not including Paul. Paul loves the people on my list, and I love his. They are people I trust, and he trusts mine. If you put someone on your list the other doesn’t take their opinions seriously into account to speak into their lives or situations, then it’s pointless and you actually lose your spouse’s trust a little. The best part was Paul guessing every single one of my list without me prompting him or telling him. That is called being known, y’all. Marry your best friend. It won’t disappoint. Paul then created his list, and I guessed it 90% right… I guess Paul is the better spouse 😉 Or I am just far more predictable, a lady of routine and predictability, and I am a-okay with that.

I encourage you to make your list today, whether you are single or married! The list is so important. Pick people who are in your day to day in some way or another. This doesn’t mean literally close by, but people that play a role in this season of life. I will say it again, this list will change depending on your season of life and the circumstances which you find yourself in. Happy list making!

Kill your Monday today! Make it so great, love people well, and be kind.

xoxo- Han

Hydrogen Peroxide

I shared about a month ago that life as I know it was changing drastically, and basically at the snap of my doctor’s fingers. I went to a crazy scientist doctor who made sense of my entire life in about an hour, and he also made me cut out everything good in life in exchange for a diet of meat and veggies.

Listen here, my blog is called The Cake, I have a massive sweet tooth. Cutting out sweets cold turkey has been anything but easy. I have cheated twice, all in the first week, and haven’t since. I indulged in Pacuigo gelato and queso. It was bad news bears and I swore to not do that again, because both the guilt and the stomach ache accompanied with these decisions just wasn’t worth it. Cutting out carbs, pastas (even the gluten free I have been on for 4 years!!), not easy. I have been on this “diet” for about a month, and I thought I would share an update mostly because you have asked for one. First off, I want to say  THANk YOU, THANK YOU, THANK YOU, and I wish I could hug and kiss each and every one of you. The emails, comments, support, and questions I have received over the last month have been overwhelming. To the ladies in my church community who have loved on me so closely, asked me how I am so genuinely, and sent me home with bags of vitamins and supplements, you are all such gifts. The best part about sharing my story has been the numerous people I have been able to send to my crazy scientist doctor! I always share my stories and details about Paul’s and my life, because I know it can help SOMEBODY. What I wasn’t expecting was for so many of you to be in a situation, like mine, of not knowing what kind of doctor to see and feeling hopeless. It has been the greatest joy to respond to your emails and comments, helping you find doctors in your own cities with similar practices as my crazy scientist doctor, or sending you to my own.

For an update,

Warning: I think actually when you start a detox, you get sicker before you get better. My first month has been extremely hard on my body. I have experienced more fatigue and more overall pain than before this detox. And, I have experienced fits of insomnia again, which I don’t understand considering the fatigue I have. (I woke up at 4:45 today, wiiiide awake so I got up to take on my day rather than just laying there in bed.) I often feel as though I am on the verge of the flu, you know that overall achey feeling you get when you’re sick? I have also experienced some vertigo. I have told people that it must be like when you put hydrogen peroxide on a wound. Before the wound gets better, the hydrogen peroxide burns and stings, but it’s for your own good. I am waiting for the “hydrogen peroxide” stage to be over. But, mind you, we have 24 years worth of reversing to do, so progress will be slow, things will take a long time. But, like the bubbling of the peroxide on the cut, I know something is changing, something is healing.

You have asked me what I am eating…

and some days I would like to know the answer to this question myself. HA. I think some of you fear I will wither away to nothing before this is all over, but I can assure you I am eating. And a lot of it, just whatever I can get my hands on. The Morrison household has taken to A LOT OF MEAT. As if we didn’t eat meat for each meal already, I mean literally, we cook whole massive steaks, and I am eating large portions of them. I eat a lot of chicken, a lot of broccoli, a lot of cucumbers with avocado oil and onion. I eat coconut butter straight from the jar, and I have allowed myself to eat a little coconut almond butter daily. (I don’t know if I am supposed to technically, but I needed SOMETHING.) The first week was the worst. I was hangry, frustrated, and never full no matter how much I ate. Prepare yourself for week one, drink lots of water, and pray a whole lot. Overall, our meals don’t look a whole lot different than they were before, but the portions are larger because my snacking options have dwindled. Because I can’t eat toast, I can’t eat pasta, I can’t eat any filler foods in my meals, I rely solely on a whooooole lot of veggies and meat to fill me.

The best part about this,

this past month has been one of the most spiritually filling months I have had in a long time. It’s funny how our prayer life and awareness of how much we truly need to rely on the Lord for absolutely everything in our lives comes about when we are in seasons like my “hydrogen peroxide” one. Every morning I pray for the Lord to give me energy and to help me be aware and present in my day. I pray for joy. I pray for my relationships that have been put on the back burner the last few years. I pray for the little things, I pray for the big. Constant dialogue is what my prayer life is like lately, and I don’t hate it one bit. I feel like my faith was refreshed, and like I am in high school again. My prayer life is constant and crisp, like my morning drives to school when I was 17. Talking out loud, windows down, rolling through the back roads of the hill country to dance practice in the pitch black morning chatting with Jesus, telling him the deepest desires of my heart. I feel that sense of need and longing I did when I was a teenager, learning what it meant to be in a relationship with God (don’t hear me say that like the weird “I am dating Jesus” thing), I mean like father daughter. Like leaning on a crutch with a broken foot, I have had to lean on God for absolutely everything when I would usually have a tendency of straying or figuring it out for myself. I am thankful for this season of life, and I am expectant for what I will learn next.

I am so grateful for ALL OF YOU. I love sharing life and walking alongside you in it (as best the internet allows us). I love hearing from you. I love being part of your mornings. I love helping in any way I can. Thanks for following The Cake.

Infinite x’s + o’s- Han

When I Was 15

The first day of school is coming right around the corner. For some of our students tomorrow is the first day back, while others have one more week to soak in those last few drops of summer sunshine before it’s back to the classroom they go. Regardless of when they head back, there is a fresh new buzz in the air. When I walked out of my apartment this morning, I literally took a deep breath in and said, “Oh my gosh, babe I can smell fall coming.” This time of year truly makes me giddy and nostalgic even though I am not even the one making my way back into school. Part of it is because back to school means my favorite quarter of the year is full steam ahead. If I could live from October 1- December 25 the rest of my life, then I would consider that truly heaven on earth. Cooler, crisper days, football games, and that tasty smell in the air that just is “autumn”. I like to take full advantage of the Back to School sales I see, I feel this odd desire to go buy pencils and new Post-It Notes, and I want to buy my new school clothes come August 1st every year.

I know so many girls entering into their freshman years of high school, so many of them tomorrow, and I am beyond excited for them. If it was socially acceptable, which I know it isn’t (don’t worry girls), I would line up with pom-poms on the sidewalk and full Starbucks cups to cheer them in through the doors. I love being a youth pastor’s wife, because I have access back into the life of a teenager again. And let me tell you, it’s different than when I was one, which makes me sound like someone who uses the words “whippersnapper” and “youngsters”. But, I am serious, which is slightly depressing. It is more high-tech and, unbelievably so, more complex to be a teenager today with the heavy influence of social media, but all the while chock-full still with the same struggles. I was a freshman almost a full decade ago, which really freaks me out. How on earth does time pass like that? I have written about that a lot on here before, but if you’re new to The Cake, allow me to tell you that I am awful with change, sentimental as I’ll get out, and I love the simplicity of my youth more than anything in the world. I can so vividly remember my freshman year of high school. 9th grade was my ultimate transition into deciding who I wanted to be and who I wanted to invest my time in as a teenager. Of course I continued to morph, but it was truly a defining year for me. I had spent years feeling insecure and on eggshells with who I was trying to fit in with, and then I decided I was over having to prove myself. It was then I began to truly flourish. This is why I am so excited for our students, this is why I am giddy. This year, they get to begin to truly step into who they want to be, more than ever before. High school is a change of pace, a new world, and I can’t wait to see them unfold.

I remember the back to school clothes my mom had bought me that year, particularly the new slip-on Keds that everybody was dying to have. Taylor Swift was just coming onto the scene, and I was playing competitive soccer, in dance, co-captain of the Freshman Pep Squad, and started voice lessons with Tim, the classically trained opera singer. My freshman year was my first of about 100 times to come of box dying my hair, which unfortunately came out orange. My mom and best friend, Hannah, sat on the floor blow drying my hair as I wept, trying not to laugh. My sister, whom I worshipped the ground she walked on, was a senior, the captain of the soccer team, and the coolest person I knew. We drove to school together every morning in her tan Cavalier named Tina. It was in Tina we snuck me off campus once during testing (sorry, mom) in the trunk, so that I could hang out with Emi for the day. Life was about Lauren Conrad, Ashlee Simpson, braided bangs, and vans. Freshman year is the first time I met a boy I actually could date, the first time I broke a heart, and then the first of many times getting caught up in a cycle of hurtful relationships that I was the ring leader of. I took my first AP classes, I was in Biology, and I took French where my classroom name was Chantal. (We had to pick a french name for our teacher to call us.) 

Freshman year, y’all.

I have so many incredible memories from my freshman year of high school. It is when I sat in Algebra class behind Kyana where we would share her Mp3 ear phones and quickly became best friends over math equations and giggles. I am so grateful for what my freshman year taught me. I am so thankful for how it morphed me and shaped into who I wanted to be, and what I wanted to value. I didn’t nail it, and there are certainly things I wish I would have done differently. But even still, I wouldn’t trade a single memory for anything.

If I could tell all you 14 or 15 year olds any advice, and this actually applies to any person at any age, it’d be don’t you dare try to measure up to other people’s standards. Don’t you dare try to fit in with people who don’t value you. Don’t let people walk on you. Love people well, and fight to simply be the nice girl. There is so much joy that will come both immediately and later from it. Know that sometimes, the nice girls don’t “win” by the teenage world’s standards, but you are winning. I promise, you are. Don’t force yourself to date if you aren’t feeling up for it, there’s no shame in that. Protect your heart, keep just a few close, but be kind to everyone. I promise, your parents are on your team. They love you. They are fighting for you. Don’t fight with them. Cherish every moment you have with your mom, and hug your daddy as much as possible. Pursue hard after the Lord. In a time of life where you are finding yourself and defining who you want to be, which if we are honest will change up a little bit every few months, He will be constant. God is always constant. 

I am jumping with excitement for you, and am praying for you as you walk through the doors of your schools. New seasons of life are exciting, thrilling, a little scary, and so fun. Go be the light of the world, the city on a hill that cannot be hidden. I can’t promise that high school won’t bring its fair share of tears, broken friendships, or heart ache, but I can promise that if you fight for those you love, the battle is worth it. You will marry the person you are meant to, you will stay friends with those you are supposed to, and even ten years later you will still be fighting to see one another as much as you possibly can, calling each other and sharing crazy updates on life. For those of us who are now ten years out since walking into high school for the first day, I hope you can remember that moment clear as day. I hope you can smile, and recall the moments that shaped you to become who you are today. I cannot help but think of “Fifteen” by Taylor Swift as I finish up this piece.. ha. I remember listening to that song at 15 years old and being like, YES! This, all of it. This is so real. So, cheers to being 15, the age that holds some of my favorite memories, largest steps of personal growth, and the seed to my longest lasting friendships.

Love y’all so deeply. 

xoxo- Han

 

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