The big day has come and gone! At first, I wasn't planning on writing a follow-up blog, but I was slightly shocked (and thankful) for all of the thoughts, prayers, and comments that came my way.

When I met Dad, there was no sappy music playing as we ran across a field to greet each other. Does that mean I wasn't excited? No way! My heart was racing, pumping, thumping, etc. I guess the feeling was more of, "Wow, this is so right--it's like he has always been here."

Now, we did a lot during our visit, but here's a list of the most exciting things:

~Squirrel hunting

~Fishing

~Wild game festival

~Shooting guns (target practice)

 Out of all these things, I would've been just as content to sit around and talk the whole time. A large majority of time was spent talking, eating, and drinking coffee. (Are my Southern roots showing?)

If I had to describe my first visit with Dad in one word, it would be perfect. This might seem like a typical answer, but think about it.

More often than not, the events in life that are the least expected turn out to be some of our greatest moments of joy. Looking back over my college career thus far, Judson College is definitely on my list of unexpected places. However, it has turned out to be a place of first experiences for me.

This time in my life has been filled with firsts left and right. I'm travelling to Tennessee this weekend to meet my Dad's extended family for the first time. Also, this will be the first time I go on a road trip with my Nana (Dad's mom).

I could keep listing things off one-by-one, but instead I'll share the one thought that has been running through my head from day one of this adventure:

"God, how am I supposed to make sense of these changes in my life?"

His answer has been steadily resounding in my ears, "Don't you think I knew about this all along? It's all in the plan."

 Being a singer, I've come to think of this change somewhat musically.

Same song, second verse.