My Story

When I was young I always dreamed of being a wife and a mom of a bunch of kids.  When I met my husband in high school, I didn’t know we’d get married but I recognized right away that he was a truly good man and I’d probably better hold on to him.  College life further convinced me that I had me a gem.

Bill proposed to me my senior year of college and the fairy tale continued.  I dreamed about my happily ever after which included an easy marriage to my best friend and having four children by the time I was 32.  Pretty specific, huh?

We had an amazing wedding, honeymoon, and first year of marriage.  Then real life started.  I suffered with some chronic jaw pain and surgeries putting our plans of a family on hold.

But, after finding an amazing oral maxillofacial surgeon to help me, the chronic pain was soon behind me and we had our first, perfectly perfect baby, Will.  When I was 28.  And in braces.

And to prove God has a sense of humor, we conceived triplets and I delivered Eva, Vivian, and Zoe 4 months before my 32nd birthday!  4 kids before I was 32!

So you see, all my dreams did come true – the husband of my dreams, the 4 kids.  Just not the way I planned.  And I’m not the mother I thought I would be.  I mean, do you know how hard it is to be a helicopter, crazy crafter mommy with triplets!  It’s like impossible.

I had to let go of my expectations of myself and what my kids would be like.  But God’s plans are better than mine and although it’s certainly a houseful over here, and we have our challenges, I couldn’t have planned it better myself.

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