When I was a little girl, I had no idea what I wanted to be when I grew up. The first thing I can remember coming up with when people asked me was a white bird. As I grew older and learned more about the world, I was convinced that I would be the world’s first singing meteorologist. True story. It’s no wonder that, fast forward a few
years decades, I’m still trying to figure it out. In the meantime, I’ve been blessed beyond my wildest imagination with a husband who is a hardworking dreamer and three larger than life kids. I’m serious, none of them are quiet, none are wall flowers. I’m frequently the mom with the monster truck-like “car” cart in Safeway with at least two out of three children either screaming or crying (or magically, both at the same time). Nonetheless, I love this life and wouldn’t have it any other way.
Long story short, I like to say that I have no idea what I wanted to be when I grew up, but this wasn’t it. This is bigger, better, harder, crazier, funnier, and more intellectually and physically challenging than I could have dreamed.