Where do you start a story? In the beginning of course! But what led me to where I am today is such a full story, I don’t know where to begin.
I am loved. I was born from love, raised in love, flourished in love and have grown in knowing the depths of love. So much of who I am comes from being blessed to have been raised in the home I was, with a family that loves well. I am incredibly grateful.
Love hit me young, I met my sweet husband in the fourth grade. We both remember the day. We dated in our high-school years, didn’t always like each other along the way but fell back into love and married while I was in college. (I happened to be in college a really long time….but that’s a different story.)
We have been married ten fun years. Ever since I was a little girl I’ve said that I didn’t want to have children. I know people have wondered what we’ve been waiting for, but truthfully, it just never felt right. I assume I can have children, we just chose not to. This question obviously comes up often, I try to politely answer that we don’t plan on having children and now, I imagine God smiling and saying “watch this“.
Don’t get me wrong, I like children. As a matter of fact, being an aunt is one of my favorite things. Being a mom looks a lot harder than being an aunt. I love pretty things, order, structure, having a sense of control and sleep… I really like to sleep. How many of those things do you think exist when you have children?
Sooo… fast forward to 2014 and what do you see…
We currently have the privilege of loving three little girls in our home. We are substitute mom & dad while their natural ones work things out in life. We know they likely aren’t here forever, but we are loving them as if they are. Because deep down, my heart beats to make others know they are worth loving and worth protecting. Currently, this is how God has us walking it out.
How did we get here? Well… it all started with a book… and a dream… and like any good story… some drama in between.