Over the last 15 years of marriage my husband and I try to carve out intentional time away together—just the two of us—at least once a year. Life doesn’t always make it easy, and there have been seasons where we’ve missed a trip or two, but overall, we’ve been committed to creating space for connection, rest, and shared experiences. Even through the challenges of our marriage we find it valuable to reserve space for uninterrupted time. Some of our most meaningful memories have come from that dedicated time together; stepping away from responsibility, worry and the pressures of life and simply enjoying being present with one another.
When we first moved to Tennessee, I found myself drawn to the Bradford pear trees that line the entryway to our neighborhood. Their blooms are striking—bright white, delicate, and hard to miss. Having grown up around dogwood trees in Kentucky, I naturally associated that same sense of beauty and renewal with them. To the eye, they feel similar—both stunning in their own way. But a moment of curiosity shifted my perspective.



