Andrianne Adams

Tailor Made for You...

Growing up, my vision of what my adult life would look like was similar to that of most young girls. I wanted the large house with a wrap around porch, a farm sink overlooking the back yard and deck, a white picket fence, 2.5 children, a husband that adored me, a successful career, and a propelling, quickening, and stimulating church to be apart of. I'd worked out in my head just how my future husband would propose and that our first dance, after our 6 month engagement, would be to the prophetic words of Jesse Powell's "You". You see, Jesse was prophetic because he had made an entire song about the way my man would love me. My granddaddy would walk me up the aisle and give me away. My mother, sister, and other family members would sit in the front row in tears, simply awestruck by my beauty and my custom made dress. Our daughter would be a scholar, have no attitude with her parents, be active in the church, and practically run the family business after school. Our son would love his mother and father and protect his sister if we weren't in place. He'd take over the family business that my husband and I would start early on and end up marrying at the age of 25, the same girl he met in 10th grade. Our children would eventually move into the houses built alongside the family house they grew up in. We'd all live peacefully and happily. Life would be grand.