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We're Moving

After so much waiting, praying, pro and con weighing, and decision-making… we’ve finally decided to move to New York City. Brett will be starting a Classics doctoral program at Columbia in August. While I haven’t fully landed on what I’ll pursue while we’re there, I’m pumped on the options I have (continuing my business will definitely be something I will keep doing… I love working with star-crossed lovers on their weddings and vows).

I’ll cry if I start writing about closing out our chapter in Texas, so for now I wanted to share about our love story unfolding in New York. A lot of people don’t know this, but,

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1) My brother has been living in New York for years upon years, so it holds a special place in my heart already.

2) One summer in college, my brother flew me out to help him move, and, as I explored the streets of New York and journaled in the coffee shop down the street from his house, I was considering and praying about my future with Brett.

We’d been dating about one year and I was considering what a future with him would look like. I was simultaneously crazy about him and afraid of marrying him.

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Our society doesn’t talk much about doubts and fears we have before getting married, but it was important for me to process through them and ask myself whether or not my fears were really deal breakers. It was a sweet time for me to also tell God my fears about Brett and to ask Him to give peace to my fears and doubts. And He did. Meanwhile, I walked the city, without the need to be a tourist, and accidentally fell in love with it. I fell in love with the culture and activity. I fell in love with those humans of New York. I fell in love with Falafel.

The next summer I went to New York with my best friend, Amber, for our senior trip. We visited that same coffee shop I had journaled and prayed over my relationship with Brett in, and much to my surprise, as we were talking, I looked over to see Brett walking up to me (Wait, what is he doing in Brooklyn?!) with a ring next to the cupcake I’d ordered (Wait, am I getting proposed to right now?!). Spoiler alert, I said yes.

So we love this city. We’re cautiously optimistic about loving this city throughout every season (like, the cold ones we aren’t so sure about). But for the most part, we’re here for it. And grateful for such a cool opportunity. You can catch us there Mid-August.


When a girl meets boy, life can be a joy; But the note they end on Will depend on little pleasures they will share. So let us compare:

I like New York in June, how about you? I like a Gershwin tune, how about you? I love a fireside when a storm is due, I like potato chips, moonlight And motor trips, how about you?

I'm mad about good books, can't get my fill. And George Clooney’s looks give me a thrill. Holding hands in a movie show When all the lights are low may not be new; But I like it, how about you?

I like Mindy Kaling’s jokes, to a degree. I love the common folks, that includes me. I like to window shop on 5th Avenue. I like banana splits, late supper at the Ritz How about you?

I love to dream of fame, maybe I'll shine. I'd love to see your name right beside mine. I can see we're in harmony, Looks like we both agree on what to do. And I like it, how about you?

The Strangers We Are | Six Years after our Wedding
Southern Lifestyle Blog on Marriage, Home Decor, and Fashion

Marrying a Stranger. 

Tim Keller writes about this in his book, The Meaning of Marriage. 

Pretty bluntly he says that a handful of years down the road from your wedding day, you’ll find you’re married to a stranger. Your spouse won’t be the person they were when you first got married. They will have changed, potentially pretty significantly— mentally, spiritually, emotionally, physically. 

When I glance over at Brett right now, he sure looks the same to me (albeit, his wardrobe is much more put together and professional these days- no complaints), but I see a different person than he was 6 years ago. 

In all the best ways, he would be a total stranger to me six years ago. I see someone who has grown more into who he was created to be. I see someone who has taken time to consider how to lean into our human conflict, my selfishness, his selfishness, and even the rich moments of our marriage. I’ve disappointed, failed, and frustrated him on so many occasions (one of my favorite ones was when we got into a very pride-filled argument in the Texas Tech Library and we had to whisper-yell at each other… fire in our eyes and silence in our voices, careful to not interrupt all the other hard-working library people). I’ve seen him lean into every one of those challenging moments. Willing to learn how to best take on each new thing.

I’ve had a million ridiculous and unhelpful unspoken expectations in our marriage that have hurt me and hurt Brett. And in turn, he’s annoyed the crap out of me and sent me into hurt and furious tears time and again.

And yet, when he looks at me now, I think he would agree that I’m a stranger for the better too. 

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What’s so different?

Six years ago, we were two over-confident prideful know-it-alls who thought we’d be pretty good at being married. We left every pre-marrital counseling session confident we’d crush our first year with no problems. 

In actuality we were two humans (fresh off of a very far and very lengthy long distance relationship) who didn’t know how to marriage well at all. We were still trying to figure out how to be adult humans— only, right next to each other— in the same little loft apartment I never figured out how to decorate. 

When we got married, it felt like we had to take on these marriage roles that just didn’t fit us—- but it took us awhile to figure that out. 

Two months in, I thought I hated being a wife. I was OUTRAGEOUSLY mean because birth control had really messed up my hormones. I had moved states away from my community to be with Brett and I had no job. I felt purposeless, selfish all the time, and mean. And I honestly wasn’t trusting God with much of it. The only bright light in the first few months of our being married was the downtime I had to read the Lord of the Rings Trilogy.  

Anniversary Photographs of my husband

Getting to know the stranger I’m married to now

Six years in, and I love our marriage a lot. Something I was really hoping would be the case after having a really challenging and frustrating first few years of marriage. 

We are still selfish humans. But I see us much more of a team now. For each other. Seeking to sharpen each other. Desiring to make continually see how God is the hero of our marriage— He is the inventor of our marriage covenant and the very Father we need to keep us together. 

A handful of things I’m loving right now: We are far more patient with one another and ourselves. We don’t feel like we have to fit into specific roles that are often implied in Texas/Southern culture. We are both excited to be working towards our academic and business goals. Together. He does the laundry (PTL) and keeps up with our insurance and car. I cook (most of) the food (not because I enjoy it but because I value eating healthy and am willing to take the time to make healthy recipes) and tidy the house. We both choose joy and clean the bathroom less often than we should.  

Elegant Anniversary in Altar'd State Dress

Resources that have helped me grow as a human (that have VERY positively influenced my wife-dom): 

  • Going through the Navigator’s Core Lies curriculum this spring

  • Reading about and diving more into the Enneagram this summer has made a huge difference in who I am and what I bring to the table as Stacie Stine. The reason my marriage with Brett was so broken in the past, is because I was so broken (still am!). Most of it wasn’t Brett. It was me. I was (and always will be) grappling with my own insecurities, fears, and failures. My anger or frustration with Brett would really come down hard when I was ACTUALLY angry and frustrated with myself. If I viewed myself as a failure in anything the past few years, I would believe I was a failure in general— a failure as a wife and friend to Brett. As a result of that belief, I would also begin to think Brett thought so too—- “She does suck. She isn’t the wife I signed up for. She is a mean monster all the time. I give a lot to this marriage and she takes it all.” Those are some hurtful thoughts.

  • Reading the Meaning of Marriage changed SO much of how I viewed marriage. Wish I would have read this in high school, because I think it would have changed SIGNIFICANTLY how I viewed dating.

  • Meeting with God on a daily basis because He loves me, reminds me of who I am as His beloved, and helps me love Brett’s shenanigans.

Pretend Vogue photoshoot

My dress is from Altar’d State!

Sadness is easier because its surrender. I say make time to dance alone with one hand waving free.
— -Claire Colburn, Elizabethtown

I'll gladly throw one hand in the air and dance, eyes closed tight, round and round. Because summer is finally here.

Shauna Neiquest writes in her book, Present Over Perfect, how frightening it was for her to go snorkeling with her son on a summer vacation. She had been working, going, performing,  and surviving for so long, she hadn't been alone with herself or her thoughts. In a moment, without noise, without a to-do list, without anyone to perform for...she was alone, exhausted, tired of living fast, and scared of what it would look like to slow down and pay attention to what her body and soul really needed. 

I've been there, have you?

Somehow you feel stranded in a moment of quiet, a moment you desperately need but have no idea how to embrace because it's so foreign and scary.

Having a school schedule with a free summer has become one of the greatest gifts to Brett and I as we seek to stay in tune with who we are and what our souls need. 

For me, summer is sacred. 

A time to invest in my marriage, not my to-do list. 

And I can feel the weight of my to-do list and Brett's busy schedule takin a toll on me. 

Every year I can feel the weight of the school year lift as rigid schedules cease, coffee shops empty of their stressed out regulars, and our roads are noticeably less trafficked. 

The weight lifts and summer settles. 

Summer in Lubbock is the start of flowers and cactai blooming, warm evenings, and drive-in movies.

Summer for the Stines looks like a homework-free husband, reading and writing for fun, escaping our isolated city for vacations and photographing weddings, and, my favorite, slow summer strolls as the sun sets every night.

How could I have any summertime sadness when we're slowing down to connect to ourselves and to each other and to rest? 

How do you slow down, get in tune with yourself, and rest (whether you have the summer off or not)?