I've never understood how people condense the whole story of their life into one little paragraph.  So here goes failing at that. You'll get 2 paragraphs from me and you're gonna be okay with it.

That one didn't count cause it was just the intro. So I grew up in the jungle...and I loved every bit of it. My dad was doingBible translation work in a tiny village hidden in the middle of Papua New Guinea. So that explains a lot of the adventurous side of me; if you know me, you know that was a huge part of who I am today. It also helps that I grew up in a family with 5 brothers and noooo sisters. My husband still claims that he's the one who rescued me from my tomboy self (I will still climb trees, don't doubt that). I loved art at a young age and when I graduated high school I went to Oklahoma Baptist University where I got my degree in Art Education. I also met my husband Thad in Oklahoma and BAM....

...that leads to paragraph 2. My gypsy life began! After working as an art teacher in the Cayman Islands for a year, we were married and I joined the construction wife ranks.  We've been married 7 years and I've literally lost count of the number of times we've moved in that time.  I think it's somewhere around 21?  We've been in just about every major city in Florida, visited Tennessee and North Carolina, gallivanted our way around cowboy country, had a baby, then found our way back to Florida. Though all those moves got tiring, the friendships we made did not!

Finally we said goodbye to the traveling life, and headed north (I know what you're thinking... whyyyyyy) to my childhood home, Rochester NY, where we bought a house for the first time and are slowly learning what a "normal" settled life is like. Except it's not *super* settled since we also just popped out another baby (her name's Tessa)...

And THUS, the story of this life (This is the conclusion so it doesn't count toward my paragraphs either).  My Maker is the reason I have a story at all and He will always be the ultimate Author of it. I only hope the words on the page of this story make Him smile.


 "Lord, You are our Father,
We are the clay, and You our potter;
And all of us are the work of Your hand."
Isaiah 64:8