Whether you know me in person, or you've read some of my ramblings here and over on the 'gram, you've discovered that heritage is a big part of my story.
My husband and I were married in a little white chapel in Round Mountain, Texas in September of 2015. My idea of a wedding was always going to pan out to be an intimate ceremony in the hill country and our dear families and friends pulled together every last detail to make it the sunset service to make any heart swoon. I couldn't adore my husband more. He's a reminder to me that God works for those who love Him. And I could go on.
There is nothing like living out your days with your best friend; and now we have our own little one who has the smirk to knock you off your feet. Guess where he got it from. We started a branch in our tree, and even with all of this enduring love and life well lived, I still didn't officially change my last name until a few weeks before our son was born. I had the hardest time losing that part of my identity. I know, I know, it's the oddest thing. My motivation was the hospital bracelets he and I would wear. I just couldn't stand that they wouldn't match. Of all things.
Historic ranches of Texas from the Texas Almanac. Scroll to page 7.
That's the original cattle brand that started it all, registered in 1856 in Bandera County by my great, great, great grandfather Fabian L. Hicks. The ranch still stands and the stories are still told every year. When I read about the men and women of faith and honor in the generations before us, I can't help but crave to know and document more.
The brand is now laser cut into the fence proudly alongside another family brand that was registered in 1854, 7 bar. The rusted branding iron leans against the fireplace hearth. I never want to lose sight of these things—they are lifeblood, rich in history. And a namesake I am forever after.
It's my goal to keep this dialogue open and to continue to add our stories and documents of purpose here. Stay tuned.