Umm, here we go…

I am not a writer. I teach reading and writing, but I don’t consider myself a writer. I am too sentimental and I wayyyy over think my words (improper grammar alert!), my reactions, other’s responses… And I like using punctuation a little too much. It’s my way of coloring a page, making it more interesting, I guess. Because I’m not crafty or artsy. I have NO IDEA why I’m starting a blog. I just have this deep desire to share. I want…

more.

Maybe this little piece of internet will come of assistance on that quest. I don’t know. But here it goes, anyway.

I am Theryne Mae Medlin. I took my husband’s name, but kept my grandmother’s. I am a follower of Christ, a middle school teacher, a beekeeper’s wife, and mommy to Clara and Maple (she’s the “fur”st born). I like the smell of rain and lilacs. I’m addicted to coffee, happily addicted. I love to decorate and I hate doing laundry. Hate. It.

I have an affinity for beauty. While I’m not very creative, I do perceive the beauty  of our Creator and of man all around me. I’m good at capturing that beauty, painting my walls with it. I love to create spaces that are restful and welcoming. Spaces that connect memories and emotions. Every piece in our home has a memory for me or my husband. While guests may not know those connections, I think you can feel the love and depth in our home. Or maybe not. I’ve never actually viewed the other side. This could be total bull crap. But I love our little home my husband and I have built together.

I thrive on challenges. Tell me I can’t do something, and I’ll be danged if I don’t prove you wrong. Ask my middle school best friend, Chelsea. She dared me to go a year without drinking pop (I was in 8th grade. 8TH GRADE. Do you get the gravity of that kind of dare? We lived on honey buns and watermelon Bubble Tape and triple chocolate Pepperidge Farm cakes and 180 energy drinks! Oh, our poor teachers.). I went a year and two days without pop. Two more days just to make a point. Boom! (insert adult self eyerolling).

I am head-over-heels in love with my husband and our little girl. My beekeeping husband has been the propolis to my life since the day he walked into it with his Doc Marten boots. He grounds me, keeps me together. I’ve never met anyone with such a pure and kind heart. And let me tell you about our toddler princess (she’s NOT A PERSON, so sayeth her highness)… she’s the peanut butter to my chocolate (because that’s a match that supersedes even a PB&J). She fills our world with laughter and light and glitter and unicorns. I don’t know how God ever thought me worthy of sharing life with their souls.

This blog will not be about anything specific. Call it a diary or my kind of Pinterest board of random thoughts, since I have a strong aversion to Pinterest (how are you to be yourself if you’re just copying everyone else?). I know I just offended probably anyone who would ever read this. These posts are just my raw, honest contemplations. My likes, and dislikes. My passions and perceptions. I guess, it’s my hand reaching out, more than anything. Hoping to grasp anyone who may think like me, question like me. Maybe we can wander through this together.