Alright, let’s get one thing straight—I’m about as country as sweet tea and muddy boots. If it’s outdoors, I’m in. Fishing? Count me in. Hunting? You bet. Four-wheelers, bonfires, or fixing something that probably needed a mechanic? Yep, I’ll try it myself first and worry about the bandaids later.
I’m not afraid to get my hands dirty—honestly, I think soap was invented just for people like me. I’ve got a big heart, maybe too big sometimes, and I’ll drop everything I’m doing to help somebody out. My family may not be big or “normal” (whatever that means), but I love them fiercely, and that love runs deep.
I’m also a certified animal lover—if it’s got fur, feathers, or four legs, chances are I’ve already tried to pet it. Trucks are my love language, country music is my therapy, and if I’m not joking around or picking on someone, check my pulse because I’m probably not okay.
I love making people laugh—there’s nothing better than seeing someone’s bad day turn around because I cracked a joke or did something silly. I’ll hype you up, gas you up, and probably embarrass you a little in the process. I’m the friend who’ll cheer you on, then trip over my own boots doing it.
God built me tough—with a soft heart and a stubborn streak a mile wide. He walks beside me every step, even when I’ve wandered off the trail (which happens more than I’d like to admit). Sometimes life gets messy, but He always uses those moments to make us stronger and remind us He never left.
So yeah, that’s me: a mud-loving, joke-cracking, big-hearted, Jesus-walking, truck-obsessed girl who just wants to see the people around her smiling—preferably while holding a fishing pole or a sweet tea.
