Christmas Gift Guide: For Her

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One of my best guy friends is getting ready for his first Christmas with his girlfriend, and after spoiling her these past few months, he needs a little help topping himself. I already suggested this leopard print Louis Vuitton scarf because it’s fabulous and I’ve been asking for it for myself for 2 years now. I want someone I know to own it! But I put together this gift guide just in case he needs more options…


Gift Guide: For Her

Alexander Wang sweater
£415 –

Current/Elliott leopard skinny jeans
£200 –

$605 –

Reed Krakoff leather shoes
$495 –

Christian Louboutin high heel shoes
$1,495 –

Proenza Schouler suede bag
$895 –

Alexander Wang sling bag
£655 –

Marc by Marc Jacobs python handbag
$190 –

Yves Saint Laurent gold plated jewelry
$250 –

Happy Shopping!!

Happy Thanksgiving!

Today is going to be full of everything I love: family, food, running (my first 10k!), and midnight Black Friday shopping. I am thankful every single day for the many blessings God has given me, but I always dwell on them more on Thanksgiving. Today I wanted to share a few of the things I’m thankful for…in pictures. Enjoy!

my family. i’m so thankful God chose me to be a Green.

my siblings. i’m thankful for every laugh, every fight and every memory.

that year in New Orleans that I hated so much. it taught me more than I even realize.

love my sgrho! i’m thankful that i found a sisterhood that fit me perfectly.

i thank God for allowing me to see twenty-five. and to greet it in style.

my brother and sister are both doing BIG things and i’m so thankful that God is behind them every step of the way.

running. i’m thankful for the ability and the passion.

my grandma. i cherish every moment i have with her.

my cousins: Greens and Fenners. i can’t even describe how much i love them.

my parents. God knew what He was doing when He gave me to them.

Happy Thanksgiving and lots of love to you all!!


Six years ago today, I lost my grandfather to lung cancer. six years. Sometimes it seems like six minutes. As happy as I am that he is free from the pain and suffering of cancer and all of the poison that comes with treating it, I selfishly wish he was still here with us.

I wish he was still sitting at his kitchen table, opening his completely organized address book so that he could call me and ask how I was, the way he did once a week when I left for college. If he did, I’d tell him everything that he’s missed: I’m in law school. Joi started her own business. Kelly is married and Lindsay’s engaged. Rashad and his wife have 2 beautiful boys. Malani (his first great-grandchild) turned 7. I would tell him that I still have the bag of Halloween candy he made for me the night before he died. I’ve never even opened it. I guess opening it meant acknowledging that I would never get another one.

From now until New Year’s Day, I’ll walk around with a heavy heart knowing my grandpa won’t be there to carve the turkey properly on Thanksgiving. He won’t be there to make omelets for Jared, Joi and I on Christmas morning while we watch the parade. And he won’t be there to dance with us at our family pajama party on New Year’s Eve. Every single day of the Holiday season will be missing something and we’ll all feel it. Every single day of my life is missing something. And I feel it.

It’s been six years today. And I still miss you like it’s been six minutes.

{my favorite picture of my grandpa from my parents’ wedding}

you will be my first love/and i choose you again.

Earlier this week, I was hanging with a friend. After discussing a million other things, we started talking about people who try to convert their friends to their religion by saying things like, “I really like you and I really don’t want you to go to hell.” She mentioned some of her friends who claim to be “born-again” and then she said, “They claim to be born-again, but they’re really not because their parents were already Protestant before they were even born. It’s all they know.” I literally LOLed and said “no that’s not how being born-again works,” but I understood what she was trying to say. That these so called “born-again Christians” were only repeating what they had been told their whole lives. She was assuming that they didn’t choose it for themselves.

This is a topic that I have struggled with for many years. I was born to parents who had already accepted Jesus Christ as their savior. I’ve attended the same church my entire life. My pastor was even at the hospital when I was born. There has never been one moment in my life that I doubted that Jesus Christ died on the cross for my sins. Or that God created everything in this world, myself included. But when did I accept him for myself? When did I really fall in love with Jesus?

I wish I had a great story for the day I asked Jesus to come into my heart. Instead, I remember once, in my second year of college, after a messy breakup, someone told me that in order to heal, I needed to come back to my first love: Jesus . And do you know what my idiotic self said back? “I’m not really sure Jesus was my first love.” I wasn’t even sure if I knew how to love God. And ever since that day, there has been a hole in my relationship with God. As soon as I said that, my mind was flooded with all kinds of negative thoughts that pulled me further and further away from God. Every time I sinned, or fell off track, I heard the voice of the enemy telling me that God had officially run out of patience. I felt like God must have given up on me because I just couldn’t get it right. But the truth was…I had given up on myself and the redeeming power of God’s grace. 

 I dwelled on Isaiah 59:1-2:

“Surely the arm of the Lord is not too short to save,

Nor his ear to dull to hear.

But your iniquities have separated you from your God;

Your sins have hidden his face from you,

So that he will not hear.”

Instead of Romans 5:8:

“but God demonstrates his own love for us in this:

while we were still sinners, Christ died for us.”

While Jesus was hanging on the cross, he already knew every sin I would commit. He was even prepared for the many times that I would walk away from him, or pretend that I couldn’t hear him calling my name. But he loved me anyway. He loved me before I even existed.

He is my first love. And I have chosen to love him and follow him for myself.

 Have you made your choice yet?

(all photos courtesy of — song title: “My First Love” Avant feat. Keke Wyatt

i’ll be ready.

Anyone who knows me knows that I’m a little obsessed with weddings. I have mine planned out perfectly. It’s weird though…the older I get, the more I realize how not ready I am. It’s not because I’m not ready to give up the freedom of being single, or that I’m afraid of waking up to the same man every day. It’s not even that I’m completely opposed to having to report every single purchase I make to my husband. {although that is definitely gonna be a bit of a problem…}

It just hasn’t happened yet. That moment when you know you’re in the right place at the right time with the man who was born to love you. No doubts. No regrets. No issues that need to be worked out first. I’m not saying that marriage will be perfect. But I do believe that the moment I know I’m ready will be. It will be the most perfect moment of my life.

And when that day comes. I want to feel as genuinely happy as this…

video courtesy of Capture Studios

can you even handle how amazingly perfect that is? because i can’t.

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