I can’t tell you the number of people who predicted I’d go to Honduras and return with a handsome fella. I’m finally here to settle your bets. Honduras did bring me a man (gasp). Sort of. You ready to read about the cabellero who's swept me off my feet? Levi Melvin Jones. Literally the kid next door. I’m not kidding. For those of you who don’t know him or just think his name resembles movie-star-status (this has been mentioned), bear with me. For those of you who’ve known me my entire life, the rumors are true and you have permission to paint our little town with this WILD information. Levi and I grew up together (woah). We lived 3 blocks from each other (almost) our entire lives. We ran in the same circles, had the same teachers, shared the same piano, received our sacraments together. So much of our child and joventud overlapped. So it’s upside down that it took 18 years in Mount Carroll, 4 years of college and/or music gigs in different states, and 3 years as real
Just a young woman navigating the way of the world one prayer at a time.