KJ 'Story-Land'

15/04/2024

House adventures

01/04/2024

My boys ❤️❤️

25/01/2024

Trying a new pork-chop veggie medley for supper!

24/01/2024

Our road is flooding out 😱 Noah might have to build us a boat to get us out of here 😂😂

16/01/2024

Wheeler twins take on the ice/snow 2024😂

16/01/2024

20/11/2023

Family Christmas photos 2023

14/01/2023

I love playing with the portrait setting on my phone! 🤣🤣

12/10/2022

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I'm like this too!

12/10/2022

Murder She Wrote was one of my favorite mystery shows!

12/10/2022

06/10/2022

❤️❤️

29/09/2022

26/01/2022

Whew!
I know I have been missing for a while.
My goal though in 2022 is to keep this page up more and write more about adventures with the twins!

Hope you have a great Wednesday!

05/04/2021

Happy Easter from the Wheelers!

05/02/2021

Share a 'Fact' with us!
It can be anything!!
Let's share the knowledge :)

04/02/2021

Let's Throwback to your childhood.
What was something you absolutely loved as a kid?!!
Mine is in the comments!

03/02/2021

Free massage.......whew yes!
What about you?! what is on your wishlist this Wednesday!

03/02/2021

Mine was Carmen 😍
What was yours??!

02/02/2021

Celebrating the ‘Heart’ of Giving

Who is someone in your life that has inspired and encouraged you to always follow your heart and give back?!

As a child, my grandmother Dorothy Harbin would always tell me that the greatest gift of all was being able to give to others.
Of course, as a small child, I truly didn’t understand the significance of her words. I didn’t realize that giving to others was always more than a blessing than receiving. Her actions of always caring for others, even when she didn’t have much herself, illustrated to me the true meaning behind giving.
I would often tag along with her when she went to her senior center meetings, never knowing that one day I would actually be working with sweet senior citizens on a more professional basis. The memories of watching my sweet, jubilant granny make her famous blueberry jam, or blueberry pies, to be auctioned off as prizes, are still very vivid.
She was always giving to others around her. My granny [Dorothy] Harbin was very active in her church and the Good Hope community where she lived. Now, that I work in Cullman County and with seniors, the memories are even more special. I have had the opportunity to not only work with, but meet people that have known and enjoyed my grandmother’s generosity.
I love hearing stories about her, or even listening to people talk about the recipes she shared. And of course, whenever we are preparing for the Senior Christmas party, it is always a joy to reflect on the adventures I had with her and the seniors at Christmas.
Over the years, I have watched as my generous, most giving aunt Jackie Gentry has portrayed so many of the same qualities as my grandmother. I’ve seen her pour countless hours into her church, her community, and the local seniors.
At the Senior Christmas parties, my heart was bursting with pride for everyone who attended just to give back to the community and our seniors. To me, the serving, the smiles on the senior’s faces, and watching them glow as they won a door prize, generously donated by people in our community, was the best Christmas present ever.
Honestly it is the best gift ever in any type of season, whether the holidays or just giving for absolutely no reason at all.
Even though my granny Harbin passed away more than two decades ago, the lessons I have learned from her have been forever engraved in my heart and mine. Her smile, her laugh, her wisdom, will always be carried close to my heart.
I really credit her for giving me such a desire and love to work with seniors. Plus, when I was a child, she would always encourage me in my writing endeavors. I remember writing a journal and creative stories for her. Years after she passed away, I found them. She had never thrown them away, showing how proud she really was of me.
It was through her that I felt talented and thought that one day I really might make it as a professional journalist. I just never realized her influence would inspire me to work with seniors, in a setting that would always allow me to give back.
I think we all have someone who inspires us to be a better version of ourselves.
I would love to hear all about your role model. Email me at [email protected]

02/02/2021

My purse

31/01/2021

The love of my life and I at the Alabama Safari Park

29/01/2021

Please share my page. When we get 500 likes I’ll give away a story collage 🙂
I love to just write about my life and the people in it!

For anyone who is just now following my page, I wanted to take a few minutes to introduce myself and share with you 'my story.'--why i became a journalist!

Here is an article I wrote several years ago :)

In general conversation, most of the time, I am often asked if I had always wanted to be a journalist. Some wonder if I spent my childhood scooping out the big story, writing in a personalized journal and dreaming up ways to entertain the community with my writing.
However, to be quite honest, from the time I was in second grade, my dream job was actually to be an elementary school teacher. I would spend my free time, instead of playing house like all the other kids my age, playing “school.”
I would pretend to be the teacher and instruct my three younger sisters, giving them homework, making up tests, and then grading them on their work. I guess I had such a great time as a child “playing school” that I had convinced myself at a young age that a teacher was exactly what I wanted to be when I grew up. Sure, I had spent some of my time writing creative stories for my grandmother, but it never really dawned on me at that point that a writer is what I wanted to be. Elementary Education was the career I had set my heart on at a very young age.
I had even chosen to go to The University of North Alabama based mainly on the factor that it had one of the best education schools in the state. Life, though, has a way of taking our plans and changing them when we least expect it. When I was a junior in college and had already completed several of my “major” courses, I realized teaching was not for me. I wish I could say it was at that exact moment I realized I wanted to change my major to journalism. But it wasn’t. Actually, once again, I switched majors. This time, though, it was to social work and I was thinking, “a social worker was exactly what I wanted to be because it would allow me to make a difference in others lives.”
But after a few months, I soon realized social work was also not for me. To be perfectly honest, I was confused and not sure of the career path I wanted to take. It wasn’t until after a spent a summer in Baltimore, Maryland, as a summer missionary with the Baptist Campus Ministries that I begin to see the path God had in store for my life.
My summer mission’s partner, Martha, and I were staying with two elderly women, who had more of an impact on my life than I would have ever imagined at the beginning of the summer. The mother and daughter, who had led amazing lives, had intriguing stories to share with everyone who crossed their paths. I would find myself staying up way past my bedtime just to listen to their stories, fascinated with what each woman had to share, and eagerly awaiting the moment I could share their stories with others. I remember wanting to run back to my room just to write in my journal or send a letter home to my friends and family to let them know what I had learned.
My friends and family, especially my mother, enjoyed hearing the stories and encouraged to put my pen to work and turn them into stories for everyone to enjoy. “You have such a knack with people and words maybe you need to go into journalism.”
So, it wasn’t long after I followed my mom’s advice, I found myself enrolled in several journalism classes at UNA and writing for the local newspaper. My first actual published article was on my baby sister, Jackie Rose’s AAU basketball team, coached by dad, John Townsend, and my uncle Robert Richard, and was published in the Cullman Times. Ironically, it was while I was still in college and at least a year before that I landed a job at the same newspaper. Since most of my childhood was spent in Arab, with the exception of having lived in Pullman, Washington, for a few years, while my dad completed his Ph.D. in Aerospace Engineering, I had thought I might try to get a job at the Arab Tribune, a bi-weekly newspaper, to help get my foot in the door.
But due to the persistence of my father, who has always encouraged me to go the extra mile in everything I do, I interviewed with the Cullman Times and landed a job just two weeks after a graduated. I remember the editor at the time, emailing me back after I had already contacted him several times and saying that “timing is the essence, it seems.” Of course, he was right. It had just worked out that another reporter had left and he wanted to make some changes in the newsroom, moving me into lifestyles and Jimmy Sims, who had currently had that role into the crime beat. I must say I was a little overwhelmed at first, having always admired Mr. Sims writing, and wasn’t sure I could do it. But thanks to his wonderful encouragement, I soon found myself enjoying feature writing as I took a very raw talent and developed it into something more.
I didn’t realize it at this time, but now I do, that my job at the Cullman Times was a stepping stone in the right direction—leading me straight to the Cullman County Commission on Aging. If I had not worked there, and helped produce the quarterly Senior Living Section during the nearly 2 years I worked there, I would have never met Frankie Glynn Dimmock and impressed upon her my love for writing and seniors. It was through our working relationship, nearly 9 years ago, that she thought of contacting me about applying for her position when she retired.
It was amazing how it all worked out. I had always enjoyed working with the seniors and even made a very good friend, Billie Butts, while I worked here 9 years ago, who impressed upon me the importance of cherishing every moment of life. She never ceased to amaze me with her energy, whether it was line-dancing, doing yoga, or venturing out on trips to Mystery Train Rides in Lebanon, Tennessee. Every time I was around this amazing lady, she would put a smile on my face and make me laugh. I was saddened when I learned of her death a couple of years ago, but immediately realized I was blessed to have known her. I can honestly say that I am definitely a better person because of her. .
When I left the Cullman Times and went to work at the Fort Payne Times Journal, I begin to journey on further into a field of journalism I had never imagined—covering the crime and county government beat. Honestly, I never had enough faith in my own reporting skills that I could do it. But Mrs. Billie never doubted me. She told me that as long as I kept the confidence in myself that I could do anything I set my mind too.
No, it wasn’t an easy job. However, I learned a lot about politics, both at the local and state levels, and eventually found myself working there for nearly 6 years. I left there in Sept. of 2008 to pursue another dream of mine—to work for a magazine publication. I landed a job with a publishing company in Chattanooga, Tenn. It was a great place to work but I soon realized that an 8:30 a.m. to 5:30 writing job, dealing with all my interviews over the phone, was just not for me. I didn’t really have any interaction with people outside in the community and I didn’t function well in that environment. Yes, I was discouraged when it didn’t work out , but once again, realized that sometimes life takes us around in a full circle to put exactly where we need to be.
If anyone had asked me 2 years ago, if I would have ended up back in Cullman, I would have argued until I was blue in the face that wasn’t going to happen. I loved being in the Chattanooga area and imagined I would either be there or in Fort Payne forever. However, as a single woman, in my early thirties, and very close to my family, I realize that coming back close to home was the step in the right direction for me. My grandfather, John Joseph Townsend, of Fairview, died in August. I was glad I had a job closer to home where I could be there to visit him in the hospital just before he died. I learned that things do work out for the best.
Also, after working at the Commission on Aging building for almost four months, I realize I am where I need to be. I love working with seniors, hearing their stories, and sharing them with the public. Every senior has so much to share and what some people don’t realize is that we have so much to learn from their past experiences. It is always rewarding to be able to take their pictures and see the smile just one click of the camera puts on their faces.
As I continue to work here, I hope to continue to provide the seniors with a newspaper they can enjoy as well as a website that allow them immediate access. Yes, working with seniors, has already proven to be a rewarding job and will only continue to be just that.
😄

28/01/2021

If you ever knew my Uncle Larry Gentry, you knew how much he loved driving a school bus.

He loved all of the kids who rode his bus and he knew them each by name. Years later, he could still identify and tell YOU everything about them.

Former students would even come running up to us when were out eating or in a grocery store just to hug his neck and let him know how much he meant to them.

My Uncle Larry, just like my Aunt Jackie, never met a stranger. The couple loved each other, loved God, and loved their community.

When I moved to Good Hope, shortly after marriage, my husband Cody and I took them out to eat at their favorite BBQ joint: LUNA'S.

The moment we walked in the place I felt like i was hanging with Rock stars. This wasn't just the case at LUNA's though. Everywhere we went, everywhere we would go with them, people would stop and talk to them.

And they were always greeted with a smile and a hug.

One of my favorite stories to write over the 12 years I have been back in Cullman was about my Uncle Larry's quilt for our quilt series. Having served as a bus driver in Cullman County for more than 30 years, Uncle Larry had a special quilt made in his honor.

Oh, how I miss him. Oh how, I loved driving by his house on a way to an assignment and seeing him 'piddling in the garden' or fishing in his pond.

I loved seeing him in his regular spot at church. I loved watching him shake everyone's hand, i mean everyone, during the 'Welcome'session.

My uncle was one of a kind, with a great big heart. This past week marked a year since he passed away and honestly he has been on my mind and heart a lot lately.

Just recently I drove by their house on my way to an assignment and I yearned for yesterday--to a time when he would be out in his garden or fishing in his lake.

My Uncle Larry would always wave when I would pull into his yard and run to greet me, ask me about my day and how work was going (before I married and had kids).

He loved telling me the latest happenings in Good Hope and sharing with me great story ideas for the Senior paper.

He had a huge heart for his God, his community, his family, and his church. He was always going out of his way just to do something for others!

To know him was just to love him and if you didn't know him, you sure did miss a blessing.

If you knew my uncle Larry or even know my Aunt Jackie, i would love to hear from you and your special memories of them. Please feel free to comment here or message me at [email protected]!

27/01/2021

Watch every word.
Little ears are listening.

Watch every action.
Little eyes are watching.

Watch every step taken.
Little ones are following.

These thoughts bounced around in my head the other night.
Often, in the middle of the night, when I can’t sleep, it seems to be the time when I do my best thinking.
As Samuel and Noah begin to grow up, I began to truly understand why our actions are the stepping stones for their future.
I’ve always been one to live in the moment, but parenthood has forced me to take a step back and reassess:

Future moments are important.

Preparation is the key.

Everything we do, say, or see is a reflection.

If you are a parent, you understand.

If you aren’t a parent, you WILL understand.

26/01/2021

If you haven’t liked my page and want to keep up with my articles... please like and share!
I plan to start adding all my columns to the page 🙂

For anyone who is just now following my page, I wanted to take a few minutes to introduce myself and share with you 'my story.'--why i became a journalist!

Here is an article I wrote several years ago :)

In general conversation, most of the time, I am often asked if I had always wanted to be a journalist. Some wonder if I spent my childhood scooping out the big story, writing in a personalized journal and dreaming up ways to entertain the community with my writing.
However, to be quite honest, from the time I was in second grade, my dream job was actually to be an elementary school teacher. I would spend my free time, instead of playing house like all the other kids my age, playing “school.”
I would pretend to be the teacher and instruct my three younger sisters, giving them homework, making up tests, and then grading them on their work. I guess I had such a great time as a child “playing school” that I had convinced myself at a young age that a teacher was exactly what I wanted to be when I grew up. Sure, I had spent some of my time writing creative stories for my grandmother, but it never really dawned on me at that point that a writer is what I wanted to be. Elementary Education was the career I had set my heart on at a very young age.
I had even chosen to go to The University of North Alabama based mainly on the factor that it had one of the best education schools in the state. Life, though, has a way of taking our plans and changing them when we least expect it. When I was a junior in college and had already completed several of my “major” courses, I realized teaching was not for me. I wish I could say it was at that exact moment I realized I wanted to change my major to journalism. But it wasn’t. Actually, once again, I switched majors. This time, though, it was to social work and I was thinking, “a social worker was exactly what I wanted to be because it would allow me to make a difference in others lives.”
But after a few months, I soon realized social work was also not for me. To be perfectly honest, I was confused and not sure of the career path I wanted to take. It wasn’t until after a spent a summer in Baltimore, Maryland, as a summer missionary with the Baptist Campus Ministries that I begin to see the path God had in store for my life.
My summer mission’s partner, Martha, and I were staying with two elderly women, who had more of an impact on my life than I would have ever imagined at the beginning of the summer. The mother and daughter, who had led amazing lives, had intriguing stories to share with everyone who crossed their paths. I would find myself staying up way past my bedtime just to listen to their stories, fascinated with what each woman had to share, and eagerly awaiting the moment I could share their stories with others. I remember wanting to run back to my room just to write in my journal or send a letter home to my friends and family to let them know what I had learned.
My friends and family, especially my mother, enjoyed hearing the stories and encouraged to put my pen to work and turn them into stories for everyone to enjoy. “You have such a knack with people and words maybe you need to go into journalism.”
So, it wasn’t long after I followed my mom’s advice, I found myself enrolled in several journalism classes at UNA and writing for the local newspaper. My first actual published article was on my baby sister, Jackie Rose’s AAU basketball team, coached by dad, John Townsend, and my uncle Robert Richard, and was published in the Cullman Times. Ironically, it was while I was still in college and at least a year before that I landed a job at the same newspaper. Since most of my childhood was spent in Arab, with the exception of having lived in Pullman, Washington, for a few years, while my dad completed his Ph.D. in Aerospace Engineering, I had thought I might try to get a job at the Arab Tribune, a bi-weekly newspaper, to help get my foot in the door.
But due to the persistence of my father, who has always encouraged me to go the extra mile in everything I do, I interviewed with the Cullman Times and landed a job just two weeks after a graduated. I remember the editor at the time, emailing me back after I had already contacted him several times and saying that “timing is the essence, it seems.” Of course, he was right. It had just worked out that another reporter had left and he wanted to make some changes in the newsroom, moving me into lifestyles and Jimmy Sims, who had currently had that role into the crime beat. I must say I was a little overwhelmed at first, having always admired Mr. Sims writing, and wasn’t sure I could do it. But thanks to his wonderful encouragement, I soon found myself enjoying feature writing as I took a very raw talent and developed it into something more.
I didn’t realize it at this time, but now I do, that my job at the Cullman Times was a stepping stone in the right direction—leading me straight to the Cullman County Commission on Aging. If I had not worked there, and helped produce the quarterly Senior Living Section during the nearly 2 years I worked there, I would have never met Frankie Glynn Dimmock and impressed upon her my love for writing and seniors. It was through our working relationship, nearly 9 years ago, that she thought of contacting me about applying for her position when she retired.
It was amazing how it all worked out. I had always enjoyed working with the seniors and even made a very good friend, Billie Butts, while I worked here 9 years ago, who impressed upon me the importance of cherishing every moment of life. She never ceased to amaze me with her energy, whether it was line-dancing, doing yoga, or venturing out on trips to Mystery Train Rides in Lebanon, Tennessee. Every time I was around this amazing lady, she would put a smile on my face and make me laugh. I was saddened when I learned of her death a couple of years ago, but immediately realized I was blessed to have known her. I can honestly say that I am definitely a better person because of her. .
When I left the Cullman Times and went to work at the Fort Payne Times Journal, I begin to journey on further into a field of journalism I had never imagined—covering the crime and county government beat. Honestly, I never had enough faith in my own reporting skills that I could do it. But Mrs. Billie never doubted me. She told me that as long as I kept the confidence in myself that I could do anything I set my mind too.
No, it wasn’t an easy job. However, I learned a lot about politics, both at the local and state levels, and eventually found myself working there for nearly 6 years. I left there in Sept. of 2008 to pursue another dream of mine—to work for a magazine publication. I landed a job with a publishing company in Chattanooga, Tenn. It was a great place to work but I soon realized that an 8:30 a.m. to 5:30 writing job, dealing with all my interviews over the phone, was just not for me. I didn’t really have any interaction with people outside in the community and I didn’t function well in that environment. Yes, I was discouraged when it didn’t work out , but once again, realized that sometimes life takes us around in a full circle to put exactly where we need to be.
If anyone had asked me 2 years ago, if I would have ended up back in Cullman, I would have argued until I was blue in the face that wasn’t going to happen. I loved being in the Chattanooga area and imagined I would either be there or in Fort Payne forever. However, as a single woman, in my early thirties, and very close to my family, I realize that coming back close to home was the step in the right direction for me. My grandfather, John Joseph Townsend, of Fairview, died in August. I was glad I had a job closer to home where I could be there to visit him in the hospital just before he died. I learned that things do work out for the best.
Also, after working at the Commission on Aging building for almost four months, I realize I am where I need to be. I love working with seniors, hearing their stories, and sharing them with the public. Every senior has so much to share and what some people don’t realize is that we have so much to learn from their past experiences. It is always rewarding to be able to take their pictures and see the smile just one click of the camera puts on their faces.
As I continue to work here, I hope to continue to provide the seniors with a newspaper they can enjoy as well as a website that allow them immediate access. Yes, working with seniors, has already proven to be a rewarding job and will only continue to be just that.
😄

25/01/2021

Don’t Knock a …….Momma!
There she sits. All alone. Or maybe with a baby on her lap… Her hair is pulled hurriedly into a messy ponytail and her face is pale with no makeup 💄Her clothes are baggy, oversized and most likely hand-me downs. She is not homeless or poor but often scarce with the time to fix herself up. Her clothes are often matching and unwrinkled but barely. The circles under eyes dictate sleepless nights.The why could be assumed but often is due to a child wanting to party at all hours of the night… Time doesn’t allow her to sleep on the job or skip when she feels like it. She must keep going—her babies depend on her. However she puts on a slight smile and throws herself together on a daily basis. Her attempt to fix her appearance for the worlds approval just doesn’t render the past importance. She knows there are other women who don’t know her or her story—sitting quietly judging her, feeling sorry for because her appearance doesn’t receive the attention felt deserved. Her nails haven’t been painted in months. The color on her hair is fading and her hair is long past due a style or merely a trim! But deep down she knows it’s all perfectly OK…. she’s proud of the momma she’s become… the wife she is… and the life she has worked hard to earn. She is no longer the single woman who could spend tons of time and money just on herself. Now she is a mom. A caregiver who must first access what her babies needs are first and foremost. Their appearance, well being, is what truly matters to her and is 100 💯 percent top priority . Peer approval is no longer her main focus. The love and care she puts into taking care of her babies is what matters to her most. So the next time you see this lady, this momma, (anyone of us this could be) don’t judge her. Don’t feel sorry for her. She doesn’t need your pity.. she needs your love. She needs your compassion. Hug her. Compliment her on her inner and outer beauty. Make her feel special. Make her feel loved. Tell her you are proud of all the sacrifices she makes and continues to make, whether she is a single or married momma. Don’t assume you know her story. Don’t assume you know her reasons behind lack of self care. Truth is she might not be just low on funds but alsoob excess time. Her priorities are different now and she is proud. It might take all her strength just to get her kids and herself dressed in the mornings… So … No don’t assume… Don’t judge….but just take the time to show her respect, kindness and encouragement 😍Unlock the beauty within by just extending nothing but a smile! Don’t be the kind of person who judges but the kind who looks for the jewel within 🥰🥰🥰So…just hug her, and tell her she’s beautiful even if she is looking like a hot mess. Be the kind of person you want others to be…always… 💯❤️

25/01/2021

A bond like no other.

Brotherly love at its finest. Sam and Noah hold onto each other for dear life as they try to compass their way through a cornfield maze .

All it takes is extending a hand and letting brother know it’s perfectly alright to grab on.

They might fight like dogs and cats, but at the end of the day their bond is tight… their love for each other is undeniable…

Oh how I pray they stay this close forever . Oh how I pray they always lend a helping hand to each other.

The bond is forever captured in this moment… the love they have for each other. to protect and guide in the right direction… but always together.. hand in hand

25/01/2021

25/01/2021

This week's column:
Why Do I love to Travel?

• “I travel because it makes me realize how much I haven't seen, how much I'm not going to see, and how much I still need to see.” – Carew Papritz.

Just recently a friend, a proclaimed homebody, asked me point blank why I choose to travel on a period basic instead of just staying at home.
Over the weekend, we had chosen to take the boys on a spur of the moment trip to Helen Ga, just for one night, because I had always wanted to visit there.
Helen and Dahlonega, Ga has been on my bucket list for a long time.
Now, thankfully, I can mark it off with the anticipation to travel back again soon.
But while I love to travel my friend does not. She just doesn’t have the same passion for adventure the way I do. Nothing wrong with that all. We just have different taste that is all, but still are the very best of friends!
“There is just something about the comfort of your own home and saving money,” she told me.
And while yes I agree with her to an extent, I also believe traveling has so many benefits as well. You can travel and save money. You just have to plan ahead and really do your research before planning a trip.
It just takes some time and effort on everyone’s part, in my opinion.
Honestly, I have found that venturing off to places I have never been before is always worth the time.
But traveling isn’t always the same for everyone. The meaning can branch off into so many different levels for so many people.
For some, travel just might a fun adventure, or a chance to visit friends and family. For others, it might be about stepping out comfort zones and embarking on a new journey.
And then for some folks it might just be a tiresome, unwanted experience, they are forced to do from time to time through work.
For me, though, for me the desire to travel and make experiences, memories, will always be worth it.
The aspects of traveling I love the most are the following:

1. Experience: To travel is to experience new things, new places, new ideas. Traveling in my opinion, forces you to see and live life to the fullest. Since there is only limited time at each destination, you want to make the best use of time and take in as much of the experience as possible.
2. Challenges: Traveling allows you to step outside of your comfort zone and see what’s out there. You can travel on a budget too. Traveling can challenge you to really look for unique and different places, you can afford on a budget, as long as you exhibit the effort.
3. Learning: With every trip, you learn and see something new. Most often, I find a new topic to write about. Most often at the end of the trip, you will have a more broad minded view of life.
4. Allows you to expand your perspective: If you travel on a regular basis you will understand completely what this means? The possibilities of understanding about new cultures, new places, their ways of life, are endless. Traveling allows you to be immersed in a new place, people, and cultures, not to mention food.
5. Appreciation: I don’t know about you but every time I travel I find myself comparing sights, sounds, restaurants, speech, and etc to home. When I visited California a few years ago, I was amazed at how many people would just stop me to hear me speak. My ‘Southern Drawl’ was fascinating to them, it seemed wherever I went.
6. Building and Strengthening Relationships: I have always enjoyed traveling with my family and friends. When I was single, my friends and I would always plan a fun ‘Birthday’ trip. Every destination was different and the trip offered up a time for us to work together in the planning process while creating memories and adventures that will last a life-time. Now, I am married with children I really want my own boys to enjoy spending time as a family. Traveling allows the time and experience to do just that—while making priceless memories.
7. Adventure: I love adventure. Adventure is my middle name. It’s true, people crave new experiences and travelling allows them to do just that. I don’t know what is exactly, but the thrill of booking your flight, the anxious feeling when you’re boarding, and then actually sitting in your assigned seat, well there is no feeling like this. I love every minute it of it, every single time I travel.

I could go on and on about all of my traveling adventures, the places I have visited over the years, but I will stick to the basis of this article: why I love to travel.
I would love to hear why you love to travel and maybe even some budgeting tips for keeping trips affordable for the entire family.
I have found over the years that as long as you save, budget, and plan ahead for trips you can venture outside of your comfort zone without fear of breaking the bank! I would love to write a series of articles on the different aspects of traveling 😊
Please email me at [email protected]. I would love to hear from you about your own travels. You might even give me more places to add to my own bucket list!