No, not my hair roots... because the odds are great of them needing to be touched up. Don't be fooled- my hair is up in a messy, tousled bun (most likely a couple days old) 90% of the time.
I was born and raised in a small town; the middle daughter of three girls. I have no idea what I'm doing in a house full of testosterone, but I kinda had a feeling God would place me exactly in this place... and I love it. I kissed a boy when I was 15 years old and we married 5 later. We married happy, young, and in love. A couple years later he opened a can of worms by taking me backpacking through Europe. He thought it would satisfy my craving to travel... all it did was spark my desire for more. Someday we will return, I am sure of it. With 4 traveling companions to provide protection and direction, what more does a girl need?
A couple years later he opened a can of worms by taking me backpacking through Europe. He thought it would satisfy my craving to travel... all it did was spark my desire for more. Someday we will return, I am sure of it. With 4 traveling companions to provide protection and direction, what more does a girl need?
But first there is the small task of raising our little family. And it's no easy task, let me tell ya. My daily life is full of noise, dirt, blood, bruises, fighting, wrestling, tackling, smells, and lots of repeating myself.
These boys have taught me more about adventure than any backpacking trip ever could. They have taught me what it means to really live, and I have found purpose in my life. I am learning what it means to die to self and love selflessly. There is nothing greater than being called Mom and raising up Godly men. It's amazing what unconditional love can do: it can turn the ugliest of days into a laughable memory just by sweet little voices telling me they love me as I tuck them into bed.
These boys have taught me more about adventure than any backpacking trip ever could. They have taught me what it means to really live, and I have found purpose in my life. I am learning what it means to die to self and love selflessly. There is nothing greater than being called Mom and raising up Godly men. It's amazing what unconditional love can do: it can turn the ugliest of days into a laughable memory just by sweet little voices telling me they love me as I tuck them into bed.
I love all things white. Boys and white don't mix... but boys and white and bleach DO mix.
I love all-natural. I mean, not like not-shaving-your-pits-all-natural. But the all-natural that keeps you healthy.
I dream and scheme of the day where I will have the time, energy, and funds to make my home actually look like it does in my head. But for now, those dreams will stay in my head while I live out my delightful reality with my men.
Boone- 3.5 yrs Finn-2 yrs Tripp- 3.5 months
