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My name is Hannah. I have brown hair and brown eyes. I am 27 years old and I can’t whistle.

I like marshmallows, Target, thunderstorms, buying music online, getting a hand-made card in the mail, road trips, texting, Goldfish, running, color, being alone sometimes, Real Simple, summer, frozen lemonade, roast beef & Yorkshire pudding, snowflakes, pedicures and not hearing my alarm go off.

I believe that the impossible is possible, that Jesus Christ is the Way, the Truth & the Life, that dreams really do come true, that chocolate is essential to survival and that sleep makes everything better.

I am a planner, an organizer, a list-maker and a list checker-offer. I am introspective, analytical and more at ease one-on-one than in a crowd. I am completely clueless many times, brilliant occasionally.

I remember turning seven, snorkeling in Hanauma Bay, twelve-hour drives to our mountain cabin at Christmas, being obsessed with Anne of Green Gables, getting Polly, summer camp, stepping off the plane in Italy, eating a giant pretzel in Germany, taking the train to Paris, New Years 2001, living in a Hampton Inn for a month, “Dependability is…”, eating borsch in Russia, studying six days a week, African praise and worship, photographing my first wedding and wondering if I would ever figure out what I am supposed to do with my life.

I love travelling, getting a good deal, drinking hot chocolate, the West, shopping when I have money, hearing a mountain stream, getting flowers and buying jewelry on clearance.

I don’t want to worry, pretend, hide or be someone I’m not. I don’t want to eat dill (I hate dill) ever again. I don’t want to miss this moment because I’m anxious about the next.

I wish I could do 25 push-ups in a row, go to Australia, learn to snowboard, jump rope, save a bunch of money, buy everything off my Amazon wish list and eat cheesecake.

I strive to be the woman God desires me to be, to love others like I should, to stay focused on my goals and not take myself too seriously. I strive to not have dessert with every meal.

I forget sometimes how much I love to read, that change is not my enemy, that God will never leave me, and that my shoes, jewelry and purse do not all have to match.

I try to always do my best, step out of my comfort zone, wear everything in my closet and remember that George Clooney is pretty much old enough to be my dad.

I need vanilla iced tea. I need lots of sleep, the Lord, long walks, someone to love me, sunsets, my toothbrush, a really good laugh and a listening ear. I need sunglasses that don’t give me a headache.

I think too much about what others think about me. I think my family is the best. I think mini-dachshunds are my favorite dog. I think naptime shouldn’t only be for kindergarten. I think a lot. Period.

I want to get published, carve a jack-o-lantern, get a nose ring, rent a cottage on the beach and go to the opera in Sydney. I want to never stop learning.

I will drive the Oregon Coast one day. I will learn to dance. I will plant a garden and pick up the violin again. I will live somewhere new, have my own business and decorate a room in linen & vintage lime. I will have a front porch swing.

Most of all…being a girl is the best and chocolate milk is what dreams are made of.

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