When it comes to setting the standard for holiday cheer, Marjorie Harvey never disappoints. This year, she truly outdid herself, proving once again that she has an unparalleled sense of style, elegance, and heart when it comes to family celebrations.

From the moment you step into a Harvey household during Christmas, you can feel the magic. The decorations are not just festive—they tell a story. Every ornament, ribbon, and twinkle of lights feels thoughtfully placed, creating an atmosphere that is both luxurious and inviting. Marjorie has a way of blending traditional holiday warmth with her signature sophistication, making the space feel like a scene straight out of a holiday movie.

But it’s not just about the aesthetics. Marjorie Harvey knows that Christmas is about connection, joy, and creating memories that last a lifetime. This year, she went above and beyond, ensuring that every family member—from the youngest to the eldest—felt special. Whether it was curated gifts that matched personalities perfectly or a holiday setup that encouraged togetherness, she showed the true meaning of celebrating with love and intention.

It’s refreshing to see someone who approaches the holidays with such passion and thoughtfulness. Marjorie Harvey didn’t just decorate a house; she crafted an experience, a space where love, laughter, and gratitude take center stage. And in a world that often rushes past the holiday season, this year’s Harvey Christmas reminds us to slow down, savor every moment, and celebrate in style.

If there’s one thing to learn from Marjorie Harvey this Christmas, it’s this: it’s not just about the gifts or the décor—it’s about making every moment with family count. And she, as always, got it perfectly right.

Ladies, marriage will keep you humble. Don’t let the Instagram aesthetics fool you—sometimes it’s not candlelit dinners and roses, it’s two imperfect people learning how to laugh their way through burnt chicken.

So, let me confess. Early in our marriage, I decided I was going to cook my husband a “soulful Sunday dinner.” I mean, I had the playlist, the apron, and the holy confidence. The only thing I didn’t have? Enough seasoning.

Now, I thought I did. But apparently, what I called “lightly seasoned for health,” my husband called “hospital food.” He took that first bite of chicken, smiled politely, and said, “Babe… is this your Daniel Fast chicken?”

Excuse me?!

I was ready to throw the whole pot at him (in Christian love, of course). But instead, I laughed—because honestly, he wasn’t wrong. That chicken had so little salt it could’ve been served in the wilderness with manna.

But here’s the thing: in that moment, God checked me. He reminded me that being a wife isn’t about perfection, it’s about partnership. My husband didn’t need a Michelin-star chef, he needed a woman who could laugh, adjust, and keep the joy in the house.

So now when I season my food, I pray over it and say, “Lord, let this chicken be flavorful, and let my marriage always taste like grace.” And sis, when you season with love (and maybe a little extra garlic powder), that’s when it really gets good.

Moral of the story? Marriage will test your patience, your pride, and yes—your paprika. But if you let God lead, He’ll turn even your kitchen mishaps into marriage miracles.

And don’t worry—the chicken is now blessed and flavorful.

Evenings can feel like just another part of the grind—a time to collapse into bed or scroll endlessly on our phones. But what if your evenings could be sacred? What if each night ended not with exhaustion, but with grace, intention, and calm?

Creating an evening ritual doesn’t require hours of preparation. It’s about small, deliberate practices that signal to your mind, body, and spirit that the day is complete and it’s time to rest. Here are a few rituals to help you close your day with grace.

1. Reflect and Release

Take 5–10 minutes to journal about your day. Write down what you’re grateful for, lessons you learned, or moments that brought you joy. Then, release what no longer serves you—mistakes, regrets, or lingering stress. This simple act of reflection helps you leave behind the weight of the day and prepares your mind for peace.

2. Light and Calm Your Space

Lighting a candle, turning on soft lamps, or using a diffuser with calming essential oils like lavender or chamomile signals to your body that it’s time to unwind. Dim, warm lighting encourages relaxation and helps transition your mind from the day’s busyness to evening stillness.

3. Gentle Movement

Even just 5–15 minutes of stretching, yoga, or a slow walk can relieve tension built up throughout the day. Gentle movement not only benefits your body but also quiets your mind, helping you release lingering anxiety and find inner calm.

4. Nourish Your Body and Soul

A light, warm drink like herbal tea or golden milk can be a comforting evening ritual. Pair this with a moment of prayer, meditation, or affirmations—reminding yourself of your worth, your intentions, and the grace that surrounds you.

5. Disconnect from Screens

Try setting aside your phone, computer, and TV at least 30 minutes before bed. The glow of screens stimulates your brain and makes it harder to truly rest. Replace this time with reading, journaling, or quiet reflection.

6. Set Intentions for Tomorrow

Take a moment to gently plan for tomorrow—not to create pressure, but to allow clarity and purpose to flow. Writing down a few priorities or intentions helps your mind rest easier, knowing you have a gentle roadmap for the day ahead.

7. End with Gratitude

Before you close your eyes, breathe deeply and focus on three things you are grateful for. Even in the smallest moments, gratitude cultivates a sense of peace and signals to your heart that today was complete.

Evening rituals are a way of honoring yourself—your body, your mind, and your spirit. They don’t have to be elaborate or time-consuming. With small, consistent acts of mindfulness and care, you can transform the ordinary act of going to bed into a sacred practice of grace.

Sleep well, dear reader, and awaken ready to embrace another day with intention.

Tomorrow marks the first day of school for our household —and we always celebrate our children growing up with a special appreciation for each other. This year it my turn to pick how we celebrate.

So while the kids are stepping into new classrooms and fresh routines, my husband and I are doing something a little different this year… He doesn’t know it yet. So you are getting some exclusive news. But….

We’re heading to the spa.

That’s right. I booked a couple hours for a couple’s massage and carved out a little slice of peace just for us. After a summer of snacks, sunscreen, schedules, and “Mom! Dad! Watch this!”—this is our quiet moment to breathe, reconnect, and remind ourselves that we are more than just the parents in the carpool line.

There’s something sacred about reclaiming time as a couple, especially when your lives revolve around everyone else's needs. The school year can feel like a race from August to May. So I decided to start it differently this time—rested, relaxed, and in sync.

It’s my way of saying: We matter too.

So tell me—what are you doing this year to celebrate the first day of school? Did you cry at drop-off? Sneak in a coffee date? Take a nap in total silence (because let’s be honest, silence is a luxury)?

Whatever it looks like for you, I hope you take a moment to exhale. To reflect. To smile. This year holds new possibilities—for our children and for us.

Let’s make room for joy in the margins. 💛

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Marriage isn’t always soft kisses, romantic dates, and matching pajamas on Christmas morning. There’s a darker side—one that doesn’t always get talked about in the curated world of social media and highlight reels. And no, I’m not talking about infidelity or betrayal. I’m talking about the quieter struggles. The moments of tension. The hard conversations. The everyday realities that make marriage both challenging and beautiful.

This summer, we’ve been on the move a lot— but still making memories and living life. But because of this something unexpected has been following us around: the budget talk. My husband has been hinting ( ever so subtly) that I need to learn to budget better. And I laugh because it’s honestly his fault. He spoiled me. So now, when he tries to act brand new and drop hints about “watching spending,” I’m like, Sir, you created this princess. I don’t know why but budgeting is something I don’t like it.

Let me tell you, in the past when I’ve overspent, my husband has done things like blocking my card at the register—yes, in public! I usually have to call the bank to have them unlock it. Then he’d fuss at me later, saying I was making him “look bad” because I have his name. Now when I say fussing it’s usually a very lighthearted joke or casual conversation. I’m not a big spender and I do know how to shop and look for sales. So maybe that’s why it’s not a big deal but I could do better.

Although one time he even made me take things back. I think he learned his lesson though. Because now when I ask, “What’s my limit?” and he jokes, “You don’t limit your wife, because if you do… she’ll limit you back.” (He usually points toward my private when he says that—but that’s his twisted sense of humor.)

And you know what? I love that about him. He once told me in a very heated argument that although I’m very intelligent he didn’t marry me for my mind. He was dead serious. And while some women would’ve been offended, I get him. I really do. I get his humor. I get his heart. I get the man behind the madness. It actually turned the conversation around and we both started laughing.

But today something hit me deep.

I was out and saw a woman at a restaurant being scolded by her husband—for spending $16. He kept going on and on, and her kids were sitting right there, watching. The air was so heavy I could feel the embarrassment from where I sat. And it made me pause.

I realized—I’ve taken my husband for granted.

Yes, he plays too much sometimes. Yes, he has a budget spreadsheet he swears by. But he provides. He doesn’t demean me about even when I over spend. He doesn’t belittle me. He gives. And gives. And when I blow through the budget (which I’m working on, by the way), he still comes home and loves me the same.

So, to every wife reading this: If you have a good man, thank God for him. Don't wait until you're sitting at a restaurant watching someone else’s nightmare to realize you're living in a blessing.

And babe, if you're reading this—I know I swipe first and ask questions later. But I love you. I'm thankful for your provision, your hardwork, and your twisted sense of humor. And I’ve made a decision: I'm going to be more intentional and stop spending my money on frivolous things.

You didn’t marry me for my mind, but lucky for you, I have a prophetic gift and decided to keep you anyway. 😉 

I love you.

As summer draws to a close, and the scent of crisp autumn breezes begins to whisper through the trees, our family took one last trip to the beach—a final love letter to long days, salty air, and the freedom that summer always seems to bring.

We packed light, but intentionally: beach chairs, snacks, a cooler full of sweet tea and watermelon slices, and of course, the well-worn blanket that’s seen more sunsets than I can count. The kids ran straight for the shoreline like it was calling their names. And in many ways, it was.

There’s something sacred about a beach day at the end of the season. It’s different than the loud, energetic bursts of June and July. This one was quieter, almost reverent. The waves were gentle. The breeze a bit cooler. The sky painted in soft shades of goodbye.

We watched the children collect shells like tiny treasures, maybe sensing that this moment wouldn’t come again for a while. My husband and I sat close, our hands intertwined, letting the rhythm of the tide remind us of how far we’ve come—and how deeply rooted our love and faith have grown over the years.

As we prepare our hearts and home for the upcoming fall season, this trip was more than just a family outing. It was a pause. A moment to exhale. A chance to reflect on all the memories we made this summer—some loud and laughter-filled, others quiet and soul-deep.

Soon we’ll be trading swimsuits for sweaters, beach towels for blankets, and fresh peaches for warm apple pies. But for now, we carry this day with us—a final sun-kissed chapter of summer, etched into our family story.

Here’s to new seasons, familiar rhythms, a successful year and never forgetting to make room for joy.

With love,
From our family to yours.

The moment we dreamed about has arrived—our babies are heading off to college. It’s exciting, bittersweet, and let’s be honest… a little emotional. It feels like just yesterday we were packing lunchboxes, and now we’re packing dorm bins, comforters, laptops, and dreams.

As a family, we’ve been walking through this transition with intention. Beyond the Target runs and financial aid emails, I’ve been leaning into the emotional and spiritual preparation too—making sure they know they’re not going off alone. That no matter where they are, we’re covering them in love, prayer, and care.

One of the most comforting things for me (and them!) has been putting together college care packages—small boxes that say, "You’re still on my heart, even from miles away."

Some Of The Things We Put In Our College Care Packages:

• Handwritten stickers or sticky notes: A simple “I’m proud of you,” or “Keep going” goes a long way.

• Snacks from home: Their favorite chips, trail mix, or the cookies they always ask for. 

• Bibles, Mini devotionals or affirmations: A reminder that they’re never alone, and that God is with them in every lecture hall, dorm room, and late-night study session. Also, local churches they can attend information.

• Practical items: Things like first aid kits, Band-Aids, laundry pods, vitamin C packets, and chapstick always come in handy.

• Gift cards: A little Starbucks, Target, Emergency Gas cards, or DoorDash card can be a lifesaver during finals week.

• Family photos or small framed scriptures: Something to anchor them when they’re missing home. Photos of us preparing the boxes.

  
  

More Than Just a Box

Packing these little boxes has become a quiet act of love for me. It’s not just about what’s inside—it’s about staying connected. It’s about reminding them that no matter how independent they become, there’s a place they can always come back to. There’s a mother praying for them, a family rooting for them, and a home that’s still their home.

As we prepare them for this next chapter, we also prepare ourselves—to release, to trust, and to celebrate. College is a new beginning for them, but it’s one for us too. It’s the beginning of a new relationship with our children: one rooted in mutual respect, growing friendship, and unwavering support.

So if you're in this season too—letting go, wiping tears, sending packages, and praying hard—just know you're not alone. We’re all in this together, cheering our babies on and trusting God to do the rest.

What’s in your care packages? 

Here’s to care packages, deep breaths, and the beautiful becoming that lies ahead.

With love,
From our heart to theirs.