I think I'm supposed to write something about myself here...

ABOUT myself:

I don't really like long walks on the beach. Usually I'm just wondering when I get to eat again. If it's the color green, I probably want it. I prefer pajama's, but if I have to be dressed I want to be in a T-shirt and jeans (if it's cold enough to wear a big sweatshirt, I'm in heaven). I hate lightbulbs that start out dim and get brighter the longer they stay on (I don't care how much money it saves me, it should be bright when I want it to be bright!) I like my finger nails painted but rarely have the time/attention span to keep them that way. I like succulents because they are hard to kill (though somehow I still manage to). If I'm reading it's probably youth fiction. If I'm watching a movie, it's probably a period drama. Rain is the weather it should always be. I think sunset is when angels get their wings. I would eat homemade no bake cheesecake with cherries on top, every meal of every day if I were physically capable of doing so. And sometimes I wish I had a different face/ hips/hair/feet/nose/thighs and pants size, so I guess I'm pretty normal.

I wanted to be a princess. And an actress. And a writer. And a broadway singer. And a songwriter. And a photographer. And a dancer. And a pilot. And a Mom. And a world traveler. And an underwear AND wedding dress designer when I grew up. 

(Look! I'm doing some of those!)

I met Jesse in 2003. He was the cute guy who asked me to go bowling after we met star gazing at a youth activity. He changed my flat tire and that turned into our official first date. I held his hand, and he thought that meant "Go in for the kiss now." In 2004 he played me a song on his guitar to ask me to marry him. He likes motorcycles and vintage cars, and I like him. 

We started having babies in 2006. First our oldest (and only) son Elliott, and then, 22 months later, our twin girlies Sofia and Ruth. Then we breathed. For 3 years we breathed. Then breathing turned into 2 1/2 years of trying before our firecracker Fiona came to us. (We were thankful then for the breathing.) She's the definition of passion. In 2016 we were surprised with the pregnancy of our little soft hearted Josephine. She is the ray of sunshine in every day of our lives. 

We are a loud, messy -often strange- jumble of curly chaos, but it's our strange, loud, messy, curly, chaotic life.  It's ours. And I mostly love it. And that my friends, is called ownership.