My new Favorite Thing

Summertime in Indiana brings about one thing, a VERY hot car by the end of the work day.  It doesn't help that I also have leather seats, so it makes it feel even warmer.  Recently I have been making the mistake in leaving my water bottle in the car, so by the end of the day, I have water that is about to boil.

my water bottle in the morning before work

So I have finally decided to use that to my advantage.  One morning last week I decided to put a tea bag and some sugar (not a fan of unsweetened tea) and leave it in my car all day.  So by the end of the day, I have a nice bottle of sweet tea for my drive home.  If I am thinking about it I also try to grab some ice cubes from the work freezer before I leave for work.  

Sweet tea by the time I leave for work!

Even if I forget the ice cubes, warm sweet tea is always better than warm water in my opinion.  Try it out if you have a warm car this summer, you will never regret leaving your water bottle in the sun again!

What Memorial Day Means To Me

For some people Memorial Day is all about the lake and sleeping.  Growing up for me it was about sleeping and a day off from school - the kick off to summer.  But, every Memorial Day my dad would wake up 'early' usually with one of my older sisters and head up north. No, they weren't headed for the lake. 

They were driving toward memories.

Before I was even a twinkle in my parents eyes, my dad's parents passed away. I was never lucky enough to meet them. But every Memorial Day weekend some of the family jumps into our big blue 8 passenger van and head north - towards memories - towards my dad's history.  We visit, clean, and put flowers next to my grandparent's grave.

We relive my dad's memories.

When I was in high school I started traveling north with my dad.  Maybe at first it was for our yearly ice cream stop in Fremont. Over the years though it became much more. It was a trip down memory lane. It was tradition. We would visit my grandparents grave, along with my dad's Grandparents, place flowers and clean it all up.

It became Tradition.  Something that I would never change.

I was never blessed to know my grandparents, but I am lucky enough to have this day where we visit their grave and we talk about memories. And that in itself are memories to hold onto.

7 weeks!

How is it possible that in 7 weeks that my last name will be Heckber?  (maybe not on all of my legal things, but I think that you know what I mean).  How has that date gotten so close?

Our home that needs me to organize it :-)

Travis and I had our final meeting with Fr. Tom last Friday and have things falling into place, items are being crossed off my list (slowly it feels, but little by little). People keep asking me how wedding planning is coming along, I say that plans are coming.  But really it is only one day...



That is what I keep telling myself when planning doesn't go according to plan.  Because I know that it is just going to be the beginning, Right now I think more about getting the house organized, and thinking ahead.

Yes, I am excited about the wedding, how can you not when I get to stand up  with my best friend and greatest blessing in front of my family and friends.  How could you not?  It is just staying sane until then, because this one day requires almost too much planning.

So the countdown begins: 47 Days to go!