Ugh…it is so hard to talk about oneself…this stupid blank document feels so ominous.
I’m a wife. I’m a mom. I stay at home. All three of my kids are in school for the first time in a decade and I don’t know what I do with my time but I seem to always be busy.
My house still disorganized. My meals aren’t planned but I do feel like I am as busy as I have ever been.
I pretty much fail at the mom thing daily. I vacillate between thinking my children are the sun and moon and stars and wonder how the world ever existed without them…
And hoping that they don’t end up in jail. #momlife
I’m married. He just happens to be in the military. He is a dentist. Marriage is hard even when you are married to someone you absolutely adore and really like.
The. End.
We move a lot.
I write. It is what I do. I write about what is important to me: God, family, food, ‘merica…life.
I just turned 38. It feels significant. Less about all of you and more about me. Not in the selfish “Donald Trump” kind of way but more in the redefining me kind of way (I think Oprah does it like every single year). And yes maybe it is midlife crisis but it feels less about losing weight and changing my hair color and more about moving on, growing up, accepting, letting go and simply
becoming who I was created to be.
Becoming 