I am "mama" to my almost one-year-old Madeleine. She is my little shadow, tripping up my feet, skirts, boot heels, barefeet, robes, blankets, you name it. She finds her way under it, in it, on top of it, through it. In her, I see so much of me. Just when I think I'm starting to adjust to the whole "mom" thing, she learns something new, challenging my whole routine and world.
I am the wife of this man, coming up on two years next month. The very fact that I am looking forward to October 18 (our anniversary) is a miracle in itself. We filed for divorce in June of this year. So, the reality that he is living with us again, we are both wearing our wedding bands and we are seeing day to day recovery in both of our hearts, minds and in our marriage is hope that there is redemption to be experienced here. Obviously, we have tasted of our own failures, our own sin, our own selfishness, our own open wounds, bitterness and fear. Thankfully there is only One who can see good in pain. He's turning the ship around for both of us. Actually, truth is... I think he gave us a whole new ship.
I'm an artist. A "creative". A slightly ADD, obsessive, over-analytical and self-critical writer, designer and musician. It's what pays the bills. It's also what keeps my mind occupied during the day, and sometimes night. It's my 9-to-5 and my weekends and free time. It's my beanstalk. It's the beast I'm learning and conquering and being conquered by every day.
I'm a pretty good in the kitchen. I have so many memories on that cold kitchen floor growing up at my mom's feet. I like the smell and taste of things in creation. It's probably also why I wouldn't be described as "lean" or "slender" or "svelte".
I am blessed to have had so many opportunities to travel. I've seen the sun rise and set on both sides of the Atlantic, on the Pacific, and even on the Mediterranean. I've held Chinese hands and squeezed happy cheeks in Hong Kong, celebrated love in Guatemala, smelled lavender and cried in Ireland, watched the Northern Lights with some native Eskimos in the Arctic Circle, walked the ancient roads of Ephesus in Turkey, danced with children in Africa and I hope I can say that I'm just getting started.
I wish I could say I was other things — like a seamstress, gardener, runner, entrepreneur and so on. But I guess I can't be everything, contrary to what Mrs. Clark told me in 1st grade.
So there's a little about me.