i love mr. kersey…and being mrs. kersey

Finally…wedding madness has ended, I spent an entire week with my best friend & love of my life in a beautiful Caribbean country, and I’m in a constant state of relief. I am married. M-A-R-R-I-E-D. We are MARRIED!!!! Let’s just enjoy this moment…

Here we are in marital bliss:

The honeymoon was incredibly fun as well. I was bitter that our seats on both the airplanes were not together though. I was able to pull the “sir, can you switch with my HUSBAND? It’s our honeymoooon!” in our first flight, but the ride to St. Lucia was all honeymooners. I was bitter. I think I suffer from post-wedding bridezilladom. Of course Bobby made friends with the people he sat next to, while I folded my arms and ignored the couple I sat next to. When we arrived, we had to take the hour and a half long twisty, turny, make-my-stomach-sick ride of death from the St. Luca airport to the Sandals Grande Royal resort. Upon arrival, we ate about 3 days worth of food (boo to you, Delta Airlines, for not providing a meal on a 4.5 hour flight, and making your flights so early that I slept entirely through the drinks/snack carts both times) and slept for about 5 hours. After that, it was beach, pool, sleep and food for the rest of the week.

the uber cliche beach photo

I am a kind, loving wife, and let Bobby watch the Grizz (yes, we caved and bought 2 days worth of internet there!) with the promise that after the game we would go get shrimp and sit at the beach…romantic sweetness, right?However, we both were SO exhausted from all the TV, we didn’t make it to shrimp, but I begged Bobby for us to go sit by the water for a few minutes. This is where he took me, which defeated the entire purpose of sitting by the water:

Nevertheless, honeymoon happiness continued! We attempted to hike up the big hills that were next to the resort, formerly forts used during WWII, appropriately named “Pigeon Island.”

We tried to go Thursday afternoon, yet were told as we entered the park at 4:58pm that it would close at 5 pm. Whoops. Instead we sat on some rocks and watched the waves, which ended up being one of our favorite things.

We did end up making it into the park the next day.

we aren't the only B + K !

Sadly the trip came to an end…

waiting for 5 hours in the St. Lucia airport

But we made it home in time for Easter!


crafty happy

Pardon my lame excuse for a rhyme- I attempted alliteration but alas, none came. Except “Crafty Crap”, but I don’t really like the word crap. It’s kind of gross, really, whenever something happens and my first response is to yell a version of poop. Ew. I mean, I know my daddy is a GI doc and all, but there’s a time and a place.

Anyway, I have been channeling my inner craftyness. I attribute it all to my former roomie, Jess Followell, who I would watch in fascination as she sat on the floor and made beauty out of rocks, twine, paint, and a canvas. Canvas painting was all the rage at MC. I still own a large stack of canvases with random Bible verses, quotes, song lyrics, and photos on them.

A few years ago, on my first trip to Seattle to visit sis and her family, Emily taught me to knit. Emily and I are the same in that we are great visionaries, have great ideas, but get really annoyed when they aren’t as easy as we thought. We spent several hours that trip side by side on the couch, knitting, and dreaming of the good deeds we would do with our kitting. I had a great idea for starting a non-profit, knitting afghans for the Afghans. However, people told me that idea was already taken and therefore non-original. Whatev, my idea rocked. I’m thoughtful. Quickly the sisterly bonding turned into us blurting out profanities not so happy words whenever we messed up. And mess up we did.

1st attempt at a scarf

This cleverly crafted (ah! there is my alliteration!) masterpiece was given to my niece Evelyne, to be an apron for her doll. I’m pretty sure I found it stuffed in their toy basket when I visited Seattle this past October, 2 years later.

However, I do have a blast trying to create my own random things. For example: my plates. Bear with me here. In photos, notice the plethora of PLATES.

very important- NOT CURRENT!!


This is our kitchen BEFORE Bobby bought the house. That is the glossy yellow color I previously mentioned. This is our hideous faux tile floor. That is one of the flourescent lights. Those are the washer and dryer that are hanging out in the middle of the kitchen. And that is a kitchen cart that the previous owners had, and if you can see, they stacked on the leftover pieces of the formica counter on top of the cart. Ha!



Here’s a glimpse of those streaks I did a couple of months ago. The gray and blue are hiding. We had to cover them up with a large mirror when we had people over, and turned off all the lights but a tiny lamp. I’m sure nobody noticed at all…

Anyway, where I was going with all that was talking about the plates in the original photo. I didn’t want to pay a lot of $$ for nice plates to put above the cabinets, but I didn’t know what else to put up there. So, I ventured to the highly praised Goodwill of Collierville to find something. I discovered some really cool white plates and thought I’d improvise. Using some of my favorite scrapbook paper and my favorite craft “tool”-ModPodge!- I went to work. I don’t have a photo, so try to visualize. I cut out circles and ModPodged them to the part of the plate you eat on. Bobby thought they were soo cool, and he continued to praise me for my creativity. Really, they are not cute. They look like plates with a kidnergarten-like quality cut out paper circle on them…

ALAS. I press on!

The goal of the week (other than wedding plans…whoops) is to finish painting the kitchen. I’m so close. Just know, REALLY GOOD before & after photos are coming.



After Bobby proposed to me on August 7th of last year, I of course said yes and lots of other happy things, but in the back of my mind I kept thinking “I’m betrothed!” My best friend Diana had the same thought- when I called her at 4am her time to tell her I was engaged, she said “You’re betrothed!” I’m glad some things never change. I cannot remember why we always say that or think its so funny. Old-timey words such as betrothed and harlot sometimes make their way to my vocabulary, much to the dismay of some of my friends (ahem, Mere C).

The countdown to marriage has been getting faster, and I am honestly ecstatic. Bobby and I drove past the church this past Saturday, and I have been in a surreal mindset since then. I’m completely overwhelmed in the best way possible. I love processing and fully understanding what is happening, and I don’t want this season to pass and me not see God in it. Here’s things I am happy for:

We were blessed with a fabulous couple to spend our engagement weekend together (and who got to watch the whole thing!) and share some really sweet and fun memories. Bobby and I also get to be in their wedding April 30th!

in honor of Amy & Brad

We were so blessed with a great group of friends and family to be there with us on our engagement day to celebrate

My college friends, who taught me about community and growth, and who had to meet and approve of Bobby before anything could go further.


My Tuesday night girls’ Bible Study…women of God who were close friends with Bobby first, graciously welcomed me in, and have been an amazing community the past few years. Olga (the short one trying to peep over in the back) took it many steps further and invited me into her home to live, so I could get a grasp on adulthood, and discipled me without her even knowing it sometimes.

Another very special group of friends who don’t even fit into a category, other than special heart friends, Midtown friends, summer 2005 friends (plus Sarah, my personal headhunter!), etc.- friends who see me better than I see myself.

Cass makes a double appearance in this blog

Of course, my faithful friend Jessica has been there for me the past 12 years. We’re stuck together. Her encouragement and joy are unmatched, and I love her dearly.

Supportive families…

Taylors, Jones, Williams 2004- felt it worthy to include my sister's and brother's inlaws

Kerseys- who I get to marry into!

band of friends

Of course, some people are not pictured who did have a great impact, such as our original small group, our young adults pastor who I owe meeting Bobby to, and some other greats. I may be “betrothed” to Bobby, who I’m crazy in love with, but I wouldn’t be where I am without these amazing pockets of community. Each have been vital in my spiritual growth. Each have been vital in the growth of my relationship with Bobby.

So, not trying to continue goobing anyone out with my incessant cheer, I was reminded with something else this week. I love Bobby, my family, my friends, and my community…but I love the Lord the most. His grace and my salvation are the GREATEST, and He is to be praised for it all.

“Though you have not seen him, you love him. Though you do not now see him, you believe in him and rejoice with joy that is inexpressible and filled with glory, obtaining the outcome of your faith, the salvation of your souls.”

1 Peter 8-9