The Pullins, est. 2012

The Pullins, est. 2012

Wednesday, July 22, 2015

ATX to PCH (and a little one to boot)

Hi! I've missed YOU! The Pullins have been busy little people, and I have to start out with our most exciting news in all of 2015: We are expecting! In case you don't believe's what happens to a pregnant girl at midnight:

Don't judge.
The cravings are a real thing. Okay, I don't know if they are or not, but I sure use it to my advantage to have muffins at midnight, go get hot fresh donuts at 9:00 pm, and to not have to eat Rosa's. I'm a little nervous as to how life will be once I can't say, "But I'm pregnant! And I need a NAP! A donut first but then definitely a nap!"

We are due in November and currently hitting the 6 month mark. Time flies! While waiting for the little one (we're not finding out if it's a boy or girl so I just call it both), we have been trying to soak up every moment we have left of just us. It's so hard to believe how our world is about to change. Cash already notices when he sees daily Zulilly purchases hit our bank account.

This summer I surprised Cash with a trip for his 30th birthday! I even packed for him as he had no idea where we were going. He has family in the Austin/San Antonio area, so I rented a house on Lake Austin and invited the fam over for a surprise cookout on Saturday. I also got him a paddleboard, something he had wanted since our Hilton Head trip last year. As the surprises kept rolling in, he could not contain his excitement (and excitement is not the #1 emotion ever shown by Cash Pullin-so that was a W for the Mrs.). It was a great weekend with everyone!

Lake Austin

Cash trying out his new paddleboard
Lake Austin was in June, and in July we checked out California for this first time! Wow, how beautiful...and big! The Pacific Coast Highway was just breathtaking as we drove from LAX to Solvang.

Cash had been wanting to rent a convertible to drive the PCH, and he had himself a blast driving on the coast around the cliffs with the top down. We both ended up sunburnt, but hey, you're only in Cali once-ish.

Solvang and the Santa Ynez Valley were gorg! We did a wine tasting tour where I got to smell like 3 sips of wine, but it was very peaceful in the vineyards. It was definitely a laid back lifestyle in the area.

enjoying our last bit of freedom!
 So while the group enjoyed the wine, I enjoyed the scenery. Life was bliss on this Sunday afternoon:

Lincourt Winery
While in the area I convinced Cash to drive by a couple homes. The first was the Neverland Ranch. I thought it was really cool to be at MJ's home! Cash thought it was creepy. I kind of see his point since 2 ladies with the license plate "I heart MJ" were having a full on 5-course picnic at his gate. Needless to say he would not get in the picture.
Neverland Ranch
I also did not get to participate in...well...almost everything at Universal Studios. I say almost everything since I did use my fast pass to get in front of all the 3 year olds for some kiddy ride. Hey, don't judge, it was the only ride I could do and I did not want to waste my fast pass!

Since US was not the kindest to me, Cash promised to take me by the Bachelor Mansion! I know, call me filthy for watching that trash, but it's my outlet. I have no excuse. I just really enjoy the craziness of it all: Bachelor, Bachelorette, Bachelor in Paradise. I don't judge. I watch them all.

Bachelor Mansion #teambenz
We had our 3rd anniversary while back in LA. My adorable husband planned a romantic sunset dinner overlooking the ocean in Malibu that night. The bump was a rockin', and I felt like an absolute princess in Malibu!

Mastro's Ocean Club, Malibu
The central focus of our trip was to hit up the ESPYs. I would like to note that we bought the trip long before Caitlyn Jenner was a name, so knowing that was happening was a shock to us right before we left! It was an awesome night though seeing the likes of JJ Watt, Peyton Manning, Rachel McAdams, Brittney Spears, Ben Affleck, and the list goes on! We literally almost walked into Carli Lloyd from the U.S. Women's Soccer Team. She looked fab too!

ESPYs 2015
What a celebration in the year of sports! We were rooting for Jordan Spieth in all of his nominations, and he did win 1! Of course he was at the Open, so we did not see him. But, believe me, we will be going to watch the Texas boy in person one of these days!

We spent 4 nights in Beverly Hills. I have never seen anything like it. It's crazy different from NYC, and it was luxury from head to toe. It was a nice week of being pampered before heading back to the real world of West Texas and 100 degrees! Here is the bump at 23 weeks in Cali...
23 weeks
A recap of our summer just wouldn't be complete without a snapshot of the 'rents in Midland at the gun range. Cash built both himself and my parents an AR-15, so of course we had to go sight them in. Nothing says welcome to Midland, Texas, where we love Jesus and George W. Bush, guns and the 2nd Amendment, and Pecos watermelon like afternoon at the gun range!

Oh, and of course, we got to meet LT! He's only a future NFL Hall of Famer, so it's whatev.
Cash and LT
In a week and a half we get to head to Montana and Canada with my parents and my sister's family. I absolutely cannot wait! BUT it's going to be the longest amount of time Cash has ever spent with my family, so I may be coming home a single mom... :)

I hope you are all enjoying the summer! Until next time...


Saturday, February 14, 2015

the All-American guy, 27, Texas

Sweet friends, I must say singles days are my favorite! My husband Cash and I met through Kelly's blog 4 years ago, and I am still in awe of how God wrote our story. If this is the story God has for you, I hope you embrace it and get the butterflies in your stomach every time you tell it!

Today I wanted to introduce you to one of our dearest friends, Martyn. We met Martyn through church over a year ago, and now we couldn't imagine life without him, especially when he calls on random nights and says, "I think I'm coming over if you're home!" I love Martyn surprise visits!!

Martyn grew up in Africa as his parents were and still are missionaries there. After graduating high school, he joined the United States Marines where he did tours in Iraq and Afghanistan.

After his service to our country, Martyn attended college on the East Coast and even wrote his senior thesis on traditional Christianity. He now lives here in Midland, Texas, and works for an oil company. (That's okay if you've never been to Midland. I hadn't either until I started dating Cash! It's a great place with great people..don't let the flat and the tumbleweeds scare you.)

Martyn is the kind of guy who would do anything for a friend. He enjoys celebrating life and makes sure a group always goes to lunch together every Sunday. He is the most avid member of our church and a devout Christian. Since we go to a high order church, the three of us are some of the youngest. You can imagine the elderly ladies love Martyn to pieces! Just last week I saw him bend down to kiss one of them on the cheek, and she just giggled for probably 10 minutes.

Martyn is an All-American kind of guy. He's a true patriot, a selfless friend, and a hard worker. If you're interested in meeting Martyn, you can email me at I'd love to see him find the perfect girl!

Sunday, January 25, 2015

So lift your voice, it's the year of Jubilee

It's been four years since I met my husband via this silly little blog.

Four years later, and I'm the happiest girl on earth.

This past year met Cash and I with so many great things but mostly with growth in love, faith, and marriage.

Now let me tell you about a particular few days in the past 365.

About two weeks ago the music minister at our church asked Cash if we would mind keeping some kids from Uganda for a couple of days. Cash, being the decision maker he is, told him to come find me.

To be very honest, I wanted to say no. Uhh. We just have so much going on, and because we are some of the youngest in our church we get asked to do everything. So I tried to think of a quick excuse, and when I didn't have one I had to say yes.

When I obliged, a couple of things happened. One, Cash looked at me like I needed to be sent to the nut bin. What the heck was I thinking? Two, I was handed a packet of papers that listed what the kids could and couldn't do and could and couldn't eat and when they had to be at church and when they had to be in bed. Whoa.

Eat? Did that mean I had to cook? Yes, yes it did. {Darn. That would've been my excuse had I have known that ahead of time! I don't know how to cook.}

"You will pick the kids up Thursday at 5:00. They will be yours until Saturday at 11:00."

That's all we knew. What we didn't know was that that short amount of time was about to change our lives forever. Eight days after being asked to host, we found ourselves at church meeting chaperones from Uganda who thanked us for keeping 2 boys: Sylus and Eric.

The entire group was from Uganda and members of the Asante Children's Choir. Now I had never heard of this choir nor had much of a heart for Africa. {I know, that is not very mission minded of me. It just wasn't my thing.} But these kids, they walked in single file and sat down so quietly. Their leader, Henry, asked them if they were ready to meet their host families, "Yes, Uncle." they said in unison as they stood.

One by one they walked to the front of the church. Then Henry read off the names of the children paired with the host families. When Sylus & Eric were told they would be with us, they did not walk to meet us. They ran. And they grabbed us for hugs. And they said, "Thank you, Uncle. Thank you, Auntie. Thank you!"

Oh my heart. My heart changed in that moment.

Eric, Sylus, me
You know when you called the Lord your Savior for the first time? Or you met the love of your life? You know that feeling that burns deep inside with passion and excitement? Meeting those boys branded on my heart the love only a parent knows and one so deep that it could only be compared to life's most blessed moments.

Somewhere between "Ask Avery if we can do that" and "But I don't know to cook", God molded our  hearts to be ready for these boys.

That night as we sat around the dinner table (the boys, Cash & I, my in-laws, and the bus driver Bernie), we learned about things the boys like {soccer, basketball, Texas} and things they don't like {spicy food, American football, cookies}. As Sylus finished his dinner, he asked, "Auntie and Uncle, may I please be excused."

I sat there stunned for a few seconds. {My nephew usually doesn't even have clothes on at the dinner table. He definitely isn't asking to be excused!} We excused Sylus, and he began to pick up his plate. Afraid that he would break it, I said, "Sylus, you can leave your plate there, Bud. I'll pick it up." He refused and took it to the kitchen only to emerge and ask every adult if they were also finished. The boys cleaned off the table before I was even done!

I walked into the kitchen, and I could not believe what I was seeing: 11 and 13 year old boys washing the dishes! I did not ask them. They did not say anything. They just did the dishes because they were so gracious for the dinner. And, well, that's what kids do in Uganda apparently.

cleaning dishes and speaking in Luganda to each other
The next day Cash and I took the boys lunch to school, because they really wanted hamburgers from Whattaburger. Yes, they've been in Texas for a while!

On Friday night we took them to the Midland High School basketball game. The boys did not know girls played basketball and were taken aback that MHS had an entire girls' team! They particularly loved watching the guys dunk it during pregame and a few times during highly anticipated plays in the game. We gave them MHS Bulldogs shirts that they wanted to wash and wear again the next day.

Sylus & Eric in their Midland High Bulldogs shirts

The cheerleaders started throwing out shirts to fans, and I taught the boys to wave their arms in hopes to have a shirt thrown their way. They began vigorously waving to the point the entire stands were rooting for these two Ugandan boys to get an XL t-shirt. They were just too precious, and it was obvious the boys had never seen this activity before!

Two cheerleaders saw the boys going crazy for a t-shirt, so they walked two shirts up to us. I could not even get the boys' attention to tell them as they were having such a good time waving their arms back and forth. Finally, they saw the shirts and were elated! They thought it was neat that they sat the shirts down and started waving for another one. Ha! If it worked once, why not twice?
Sylus & Eric enjoying the game and popcorn

Our friends at the game fell in love with the boys. Of course every person they'd meet they would hug and say, "Nice to meet you, Uncle/Auntie." How do you not love that? {The boys also immediately walked into the house after the game and began doing this dishes. I had told them before the game that we were a little late, so we'd do the dishes later. Apparently later meant the moment we walked in the door. They could not stand leaving a job undone.}

Cash, Sylus, me, Eric at Midland High
Saturday morning they asked to wake up early and "play basketball with Uncle." So. We did.

 If they made a basket, I would jump and scream as if they were Michael Jordan. They got a big kick out of that. I would yell, "Let's go, boys!" Eric finally corrected me and said, "No. We are Bulldogs!"

Cash got a little winded at one point from playing 2-on-1, and Sylus told him, "Uncle, be strong!" Cash admitted to me later that when a young man from Uganda who has seen the impossible tells you to be strong, you somehow get a second wind!

Sylus, Cash, Eric happy after the pick-up game

the boys decided to play it tough

We finished the morning by just playing and being with them. It was becoming evident how hard it would be to take them back just a few short hours later.

Cash and Sylus thumb wresting

Eric & I taking selfies

I am a cry baby; I cry when someone gets kicked off The Bachelor. Cash is a man's man. He is tough and very even-keeled. He gives me reason and strength when I have neither.

I walked into the bedroom before we left for church, and the man of my dreams stood there with tears streaming down his face. "I am going to miss them. I love them. I love those boys."

I had fallen in love no doubt but so had Cash. This was a love we had never expected but found together. It was our first time to love with every ounce of our heart someone we had just met two days before. We could not fathom taking them to church, letting them go back to Uganda, and never knowing what their lives became.

It took us 10 hours to go back home after we had dropped them off. We could not stand the thought of an empty house. It wasn't empty though. We found these sweet and sincere notes: 

On Sunday afternoon we met with Henry to ask options for taking care of the boys. They had blessed us to the very core. They had renewed in us a sense of joy. And they loved us without needing anything in return. How could we ever repay them? What could we do?

We were told we could perhaps visit them in Uganda, but that they would finish through high school their education there. They may or may not ever be back on the tour. But he assured us they would be taken care of with 3 meals per day, healthcare, and a high school education. We felt...okay.

Sunday night we were able to watch the whole choir perform. I sobbed like a baby as they entered the second half of their routine.

A lady from a different church stopped me later. She asked if we had kept any of the kids. When I said yes we had, she responded, "I was watching you, and I know your pain. We have kept some of the kids before, and I know how hard it is to let go. It will get better."

On one hand I hope she is right. I hope it does get better. But on the other hand I never want to lose the feeling of joy and peace that those two boys brought into our lives. I want to go see them. I desperately wish I could find a way to bring them back home; to give them a life here with us. Right now that is not God's plan. Cash tells me that God has bigger plans for Eric and Sylus than Midland, Texas. I am certain He does.

I also believe God does not open a door to shut it two days later. He does not prepare your heart, fill it, and empty it again. God does not just quit writing a portion of your story when he saw what the first few paragraphs looked like. He sees it through. I have no idea what the end of the story will be, but I am trying to remember daily that with patience God will be the best author of our lives. {I do wish God could do some foreshadowing though. C'mon.}

While I reminisce on the most joyful days of our lives, I hope you enjoy this short clip of the Asante Children's Choir. {Please give to Asante if you can. The needs of Uganda, Rwanda, and Burundi are greater than we can imagine.}

Our boys are in the middle and back row:

Asante Children's Choir singing "Days of Elijah" at Christ Church Anglican, Midland, Texas.