I am a woman. I am a daughter, a sister, a wife and a mother. I am a writer. I am a reader, a knitter, a cook. I am a teacher. I am a dreamer. I am a home schooling, crafting crazy train. And I’m one of *those* moms (y’know, the ones who just won’t stop babbling about her children).
I am madly in love with my husband. I know I’m an incredibly difficult wife.
I purposefully value the practice of kindness, and I am trying so hard not to be angry anymore. You can measure my daily failures in f-bombs (Sorry! You’ve been warned!). I am a work in progress, an unfinished object, and I’ve veered wonderfully, terrifyingly off pattern.
I am a traveler, winding my way along the paths of life, content to adapt, discard and learn as I go. Walk with me a while. I have no idea where I’m going, but I’m pretty sure there’s fun to be had along the way.