Am I the only person who finds writing about yourself a hard thing to do? I could write about others all day long, but myself…… that’s another story.
I was born and raised in a small town in Michigan. As a child I loved babies and all I ever wanted was to be a mom and having babies of my own. I use to dream and wish that someone would drop a baby off at our doorstep so that I could love and raise it. My child mind didn’t understand that babies are only babies for a short time and that they grow up into child way to fast.
In 2014 I met my husband and in 2016 we got married. We celebrated our 13th wedding anniversary this year. I feel like that was a huge accomplishment considering the divorce rate of this country and then you add the fact that we are a Military couple to that, the odds weren’t in our favor.
In 2008 we added our oldest daughter Emma. She was everything I hoped and dreamed a baby would be. Life was so much fun with just the three of us.
Then in 2009, we added our second daughter. She was a sweetheart but loved to cry. My husband deployed when she was 5 1/2 weeks old, so I raised the girls by myself until my husband returned 8 months later.
In 2011 we had our not planned but very much loved son. He was my little man. I suffered from severe Postpartum Anxiety with him, but that is a whole huge story for another day.
After 2 years of praying and wondering if we should have another, our third daughter was born in 2017. Thankfully I don’t suffer at all with Postpartum Anxiety or Depression with her.
Our days are now filled with School, swimming, raising our chickens and ducks and spending lots of time as a family.
Thank you for spending a little bit of your day with me. I look forward to getting to know you all .