Tuesday, December 10, 2013

1. I'm Going to Finish

Remember that writing class I wrote about that I joined? Well, it's over, and I barely participated. Life happened, but I also felt trapped, like I HAD to write stuff so my insides rebelled. And I didn't write. So, this is me, taking a second shot at this thing. I still have all the prompts. This will be done piece by piece, and maybe not even in order. But I'm going to do this. I need to. Here are a few questions in one of the emails when the class started. I'm not even sure if it's technically a 'prompt', but it's prompting me.

what is it that keeps you up at night? What could you talk about every single day for the rest of your life? What do you want to shout from the rooftops so everyone will know? 

What keep me up at night? Often it's the gnawing feelings that I somehow failed at my job that day. That I wasn't good enough, and didn't do all that I could do or be all that I could be. And I'm not lying there feeling sorry for myself. I lie there feeling sorrow for the little ones in my care. I'm not a bad mom. I know that. But I want to be the perfect mom. I want my kids to feel so loved and so safe, that they don't ever worry about things, and just channel all their energy into whatever they love to do most. I want them to grow up with all the self-confidence and security that anyone could ever posses, so that nothing can stop them from being who they fully are. I believe that not one person on this earth  is an accident, but that we are all needed. All different types. I also believe that so many of us are damaged, and need to realize that, before we can bring healing and unity to others. So, I lie awake at night wishing that I could be completely undamaged, so that my kids could grow up without damage, and then in turn be strong enough to withstand anything that came at them as adults. But maybe life isn't supposed to be like that...

What could I talk about every single day for the rest of my life? Probably...Love. And adventure.  My soul longs for adventure. I was made that way. Ever since I can remember I knew I belonged among the trees. running, climbing, shooting makeshift arrows from a bow my sister helped me make. There is so much I want to see! I long to travel the world and meet so many different people. I want to work with my hands and build things that have meaning and purpose. I will never stop creating, dreaming, and loving.

I want to shout from the rooftops so everyone will know: "We're all human! Stop fighting and struggling and hoarding! Let's do this thing called life together! Let's never let another person go hungry or struggle alone again! Let us Love one another!

Sunday, December 8, 2013

32 Random Things About Me

1.My eyes have been described as 'riverdance eyes.'
2.I have anger issues (redhead).
3.My dog's name is Daisy. She's a boxer/english bulldog mix, and I'm pretty sure she'd give her life for me.
4.Horses are amazing.
5.Kevin Max is my favorite singer of all time. I will follow his voice anywhere, even to the Audio Adrenaline box he's in right now, even though I don't usually listen to christian music.
6.I got married at age 19.
7.I love to crochet, sew, paint, draw, build things with wood, create things out of clay, and once in a while...bake.
8.I'm growing my hair out because I miss having long hair, but I will probably chop it off before I get it as long as I planned.
9.I started learning how to ride a motorcycle, and even got my permit. The permit expired before I got a chance to really learn how.
10.I quit college because I felt trapped. I needed to be free.
11.I love the ocean so much.
12.I always have wanderlust.
13. I'm pretty sure I was born into the wrong story, because I really belong in Middle Earth, living among the trees as an elfmaid warrior.
14. I'm a gamer chick. I especially love World of Warcraft but have given it up temporarily.
15. I usually feel like I'm not a good enough mom to my kids, even though they love me like crazy.
16. I love my kids more than anything and am pretty sure they are the reason I am still here.
17. My partner and sisters are my best friends.
18. When I hang out with my brothers we watch anime together and drink coffee.
19. I married my best friend. He's my partner. We are equals.
20. When I was a kid I would climb trees almost to the top and imagine I could soar off into the sky. I loved that I could climb higher than my sisters because I was smaller.
21. When I was 12 my family moved from NJ to SC. Aside from my friends, I missed climbing trees and playing in the snow the most.
22. I'm 5ft.8in tall. I wanted to grow to 6ft when I was a kid.
23. I gave birth to 3 kids at a birth center in greemville, sc. All 3 were amazing and empowering experiences. 24. I don't believe in vaccinating, but I don't judge you if you do. Just be informed.
25. I regularly go to the chiropractor. If I skip a month I get dreadful headaches.
26. I never let anyone ever have authority over me.
27. pizza and beer are the best combination of all time.
28. I have long feet. Size 9.
29. I love fashion, and dream of one day opening my own shop called 'Wintergreen'. It would have a variety of things that you can't find just anywhere. Cloaks, corsets, leather boots (think elven), wooden bows and arrows, medieval ball gowns, medieval men's suits as well. Also some steampunk stuff. Think goth mary poppins.
30. Panera is my favorite place. I have a song about that.
31. I want to live within bike-riding distance to the beach, and be kind of a beach bum, riding my bike to the grocery store, to my yoga class, to visit friends...my car would be a last resort. Or for long trips.
32. I've been to at least 20 different states this year.

Thursday, December 5, 2013

Would it Be Okay?

Would it be okay,
 For just one day,
To not get out of bed today?

Would it be alright,
 For just one night,
To sleep in peace and rest tonight?

Would it be wise,
 To close my eyes,
And shut out all the pain and lies.

I beg for help,
 But they don't know.
My desperation doesn't show.

I hate this girl,
So thin and bleak.
Useless, ugly, hurt, and weak.

Wednesday, November 13, 2013

Not All Those Who Wander Are Lost

Homeless. What comes to mind when you see that word? Tired, hungry people. Standing by the roadside with a sign. Asking for work, for food. What do you do when you see them? What do you think about when you see them? Do you think maybe they are lazy people, who just don't want to work hard like the rest of us. Or maybe they are just foolish, and deserve to live with their own continued mistakes. Do you pass judgement on them without knowing? Without KNOWING. What have they been through, to get to that point? Who hurt them so much, that they are now considered the dregs of society. We have no right to judge! We don't know their story. They are our fellow human beings. You know, Jesus was homeless. Jesus was often dirty from the dust and grime of travel.

I don't know how to fix this. I don't even really know where to start. But we all need to step up and unite as people. We should help when we see a need, and we should accept help when we need it. Jon and I and the kids have made a pact that whenever we see someone who is hungry that we do not leave them empty. We will try to feed every hungry and hurting person who comes across our path. Especially those we might pass when driving. Don't hesitate to stop and share. Have you ever felt the despair that comes with hunger? Maybe if they just had a free meal given to them out of love, then maybe that would give them the strength to take another step.

I'm going to fill a couple bags with shelf-stable and easy to open foods, and keep them in my van between the front seats. That way when I meet someone who is hungry I will always be able to share, even if I am in a hurry. This is on my heart right now, and maybe that's where it will stay. I'll see where it takes me. I want to make a difference. I want to show Love. What will you do? Please leave a comment and share your ideas on how to help, how to love, and how to unite.

“All that is gold does not glitter,
Not all those who wander are lost;
The old that is strong does not wither,
Deep roots are not reached by the frost.

From the ashes a fire shall be woken,
A light from the shadows shall spring;
Renewed shall be blade that was broken,
The crownless again shall be king.”

                               -J.R.R. Tolkien, The Fellowship of the Ring

Thursday, October 31, 2013

Grey SKies, Flat Earth.

Grey skies, flat earth.

Listening,  stirring,  restless. 

Strength to change,

Knowledge to gain,

Hearts beating faster.

Voices loud, singing crowd.

Needing, lifting, trying.

Faces to know,

Hands to hold,

Consuming depths remaking.

Ocean hills, colors heather.

Yearning,  reaching, grasping. 

Plans are made, 

Steps to take, 

Unhindered spirits flying.

Wednesday, October 30, 2013


It has been awhile again since I wrote. Life happened. I had 3 weeks to pack up our 3 bedroom apartment. 3 weeks while I was a single mother. 3 weeks to say goodbye. Anything happening online was an afterthought. I might be back now, but I don't know for how long. Part of me feels so much joy, and then part of me is too tired. Tired of waiting, of tending to thousands of daily needs voiced from little mouths that are always wanting. I have a post I want to write soon, but today might not be the day. Or maybe....maybe it is. Maybe that's what is missing. The truth. The realness. Bare and laid out, for all to see. Yes, I think it's time.

 This is about Love. Love is HUGE! Way bigger than we can imagine! I grew up hearing and believing that God is male, and that thinking anything different was blasphemous and we would offend Him. But you know what? Love is bigger than gender. Love does not just happen between a man and a woman. Who are we to limit it so? Women can love each other. Men can love each other. If one of my sons brings home a boyfriend in the future, I will be ok with that. If my daughter brings home a girlfriend, well I'll be ok with that too. It is not my place to put love in a box. Love is huge. I also grew up thinking that only Christians could really love each other, and anyone who didn't call themselves a christian didn't know how to truly love. Wow. So narrow! Such a small box! No, you cannot put love in a box. You can try, but the box will only contain you. Not love. I believe that love touches all. It touches in different amounts. Mothers seems to have loads of it for their young. And you know what? You know that whole gender thing about God? Well here's the answer. God is Love.

There is so much more I want to write about, but this it it for the time being. Now, if you are so inclined to convince me that I'm wrong, or that I'm lost and need some serious help, don't. Do Not. Don't comment, send me a chat, text, or email, or even phone call about this, unless you agree with me or are at least open. I am a guided free spirit, but I'm not guided by you. This doesn't mean I'm a close-minded asshole. I just know that there are people that will be upset and will want to 'help' me. And I know that I'm more than fine. I'm flying. Free. At last.

Sunday, September 22, 2013

Bravery Undefeated

Prompt :: What moments of bravery have you faced this month? How have you taken the jump even when it feels as if you may fail? What can you do TODAY that shows  bravery in pursuing your dream?

Here goes. LIFE IS TURNING UPSIDE DOWN AND I THINK THE WATER IS FAR TOO DARK AND DEEP BUT I'M JUMPING IN ANYWAY!!! Hell yes, I'm jumping! Yeah, I've been used to the chaos of life on the road. We've been in the same apartment for about 6 months but have only lived here for maybe a total of two months, but not all at once. I was ok with that. It could get hard, but it became the norm. We were used to it. We would bring plenty of car activities, and then school books and movies for the hotel rooms, as well as swim suits and a double stroller for recreation and exercise. We had our groove on. We knew how it was done.

Now our lease is ending, our renters in our house in another city are leaving, so we're going back to our old house. It sort of feels like a step backward in life. There are people that I love there, people I have missed. But I am not the girl who left. I am so different. I've been wounded and become stronger, I've broken out of my box and am soaring through the universe of freedom, truth and Love (yes, I just watched Moulin Rouge last night.#timelessmovie). There is so much to discover and learn. It's scary and wonderful all at once. 

 Sometimes it feels like drowning, like when I start thinking of all the things I need to make sure happen. Sometimes I feel too tired to keep on. Sometimes I have so many feelings and I don't understand half of them or why they are even there. But then I remember that I'm strong. I am a mother warrior. I can do this. Hell, yeah I can do this! I'm not alone, and I'm not weak. 

So here I am. I'm jumping! Jumping into the crazy that is moving. Packing, cleaning, going through junk, chasing a toddler and homeschooling the other 2. Jumping into the unknown of what's going to come next. Jon and I both know that we don't want to live in that house long-term, that this is just temporary. We're just not sure what will come next, or where we will go, or where do we even want to go? All I know is that with Jon by my side, and our kids in our arms, we are living our dreams out, because that is all we need. Love is enough. 

Thursday, September 5, 2013

Close to My Heart

I don't even really know how to start this post. It's going to be close to my heart, because it's about my heart. This is about pieces of my heart, and how I lost one of those pieces. I cried again last night. It's been awhile. I don't usually cry, and I'm doing pretty well most of the time. Sometimes though, I think of her... She would have been so perfect. Tiny hands and face. Sweet baby smell. Little pinched mouth and squinty eyes. I never got to see that though.  I read once how your children are like pieces of your heart running around outside your body. Vulnerable and precious.

About 3 years ago, just about this time of year, I discovered that I was pregnant with my 3rd child. I was so happy! I'd wanted another baby for about a year now, and finally my dreams were coming true! My children are my dreams. When I was a little girl I knew I wanted to be a mommy. I often wished someone would leave a baby on our doorstep with a note that this baby was for me to raise. I was probably only 7 at the time. But I knew my dreams.

It didn't last though. I don't know what happened. Maybe I was doing too much lifting, not enough resting. My other 2 children definitely kept me on my toes, especially my youngest. I don't know if it was my fault or not, but one evening I started bleeding. I had a lot of lower back pain. I knew that I was losing my baby. A piece of my heart was dying, bleeding out of me, and there was nothing I could do to stop it. Sobs wracked my body and I cried for the pain that comes with loss of life. I prayed that she didn't feel pain when she died. In my heart I knew she was a girl. River. Baby River.I will never get to hold you in this world.

5 months later I was blessed with another pregnancy, and this one stayed. I named him Jonah River so that his sister's memory would always be remembered in his name. Jonah's life helped ease the pain of River's death, but nothing can erase it. I will always carry that hurt with me. The empty hurting in my heart where she took a piece away. I will always love her and remember her. I still sometimes imagine what she would look like. Probably have curly red hair and chubby cheeks. I am confident that I will meet her one day, and I'll finally have my heart completely whole.

I put together a special locket (thanks to my dear friend Mirenda who sells Origami Owl), representing who I am as a mother, and the pieces of my heart that I will always love. 4 tiny hearts, each the color of their birthstones. One for May because River would have been born in May. The disc inside says "mama." And the tag on the outside says "warrior." I am a Mama Warrior.
 And so I wear this necklace as I enjoy, remember, and love my children. I am blessed, even though it still hurts sometimes.

Tuesday, August 27, 2013

Prompt :: What is your one thing? Are you holding it close or letting it get away?

I signed up to take a creative writing class. I'm super excited about it! I think it's exactly what I need to get my creative juices flowing, and to help me get focused. Before the class begins there are optional prompts sent out each day to help us prepare and get warmed up. I'm very grateful for that especially since I haven't done a whole lot of writing for a while. The title says what this one's about. Here goes:

     I had to think about this for a couple hours. What is my one thing? Being a mom? Being there for Jon? Relationship manager? Artist? Traveler? Writer? Lover (and I mean that in so many more ways than just sexually)? Adventurer? I am all those things and more, but the thing that kept coming back to me was something I started when I was 15 years old. Nearly 14 years ago. Playing the Saxophone. This is my story of the journey I have taken with saxophones. I'm the star and Bari is the co-star.
     As a young child I had always longer to play a bright, shiny instrument. I really wanted to learn the trumpet for a long time, but then when I watched the video of 'Riverdance' and listened the guy play the sax while 2 guys tap danced I knew that I had to learn the saxophone. It was calling me. My parents helped me out and were able to afford a cheap soprano sax. I then joined a middle-school band that welcomed homeschoolers. My dear friend Mirenda who was just learning the clarinet joined as well. She's the only reason I had the guts to set aside my pride and sit with kids younger than me and learn to play. Best. Choice. Ever. I picked it up pretty quickly, thanks to a wonderful band director, and after playing there for a year the director invited me (and Mirenda as well) to come play with the college band that he also directed. I was beyond thrilled! Playing in that college band was such a wonderful experience for me. I learned so much from the director and from those around me. I sat in the trumpet section and played the 1st and sometimes 2nd trumpet part along with one of the trumpets. The soprano sax is in Bb, same as trumpets, and doesn't usually have it's own music for a wind ensemble. It's more of a solo instrument because it is really difficult keep it in tune and not go off pitch. That worked out for 1 semester, then the director told me I needed to play the school's baritone sax, as the wind ensemble really needed a bari, and the soprano sax wasn't really helping out. I was not a happy camper at first. I took the bari home and set it up. It was huge! I set it on the floor and it came up as high as my waist. I sat down and picked it up. Carefully put my mouth on the mouthpiece and blew. Squeeaaaakkk! Ack! That sounded awful! I tried again. Squeeaaaak! I hated it. It was heavy, hurt my neck because of the neckstrap it dangled on, and I was terrible at playing it! I didn't give up though. brought it to band rehearsal and told my director that all I could do was make it squeak. He told me to relax my embachure and try it again. I did, and out came a low growl. Well that was better than a squeak! I finally managed to figure out how to get a lovely deep sound out of the thing, and from then on it was true love. Bari and me. We were going to conquer the world! I joined the jazz band (another dream come true) and played my heart out! I practiced 5-8 hours a week, and slowly got better and better. I lacked a lot of self-confidence, which definitely held me back when it came to improvising in jazz band. I wish the me now could have the opportunity that the me then did. I'm not lacking as much in the self-confidence department. Kinda helps when you're not a teenager anymore, who's trying to find her place in the world.
           Somewhere along the way I fell in love with someone who was not made of metal, and I married him. He supported my bari obsession, but soon I got pregnant and one night after playing in a jazz concert I came home to discover that I was bleeding. Was I loosing my baby??? No!!! This can't happen! I set Bari aside then and there. I don't know if that was the cause. There are so many reasons you can bleed in early pregnancy, but I wasn't taking any chances. The pregnancy went full-term and I was blessed with a chubby red-headed baby girl. All my time was now spent learning how to be a mom. My daughter was my teacher. I listened to her and she told me her needs in her own little way. I sometimes thought of Bari, and missed him. He wasn't mine though. Someone else played him since he belonged to the school. I did actually get to go back when Lacey was a little over a year, I think. My little brother would come over and watch her while I walked down the road to play in the wind ensemble again. It was nice, but it wasn't the same. I didn't stay long. I didn't feel like I belonged anymore. It was probably about 5 years later when I finally got the opportunity to get my own Bari. I was so excited!!! It worked out! We were able to pay for it in payments, so I took it home right away. Not long after that (we had moved during that time) I found a local community band to play with. I enjoyed that very much. Still wasn't quite the same as my college experience. The music was somewhat boring, but it was good practice for me to get back in the swing of things. Well, we moved again and I haven't played in a band since. We just keep moving around, and bari sits at home, untouched. I miss him. I miss that outlet. I get nervous if I try to sing a solo in front of people, but if I am playing bari and not singing, then I have all the confidence I need. He's like a shield and a channel all at the same time. When I play it's like "listen, world. This is me and Bari, and together we're beautiful and strong." Listen to the music. It can take you anywhere.  Someday, somehow, I will be a part of a jazz band. And I will be bad ass when it comes to improvising. You'll see.

Sunday, August 25, 2013

Sunday Again

    Here it is, the start of a new week. That means it's Sunday. How I used to dread every Sunday from the bottom of my heart. Growing up we had to wear dresses to church. That's just how it was. Anything else would be disrespectful to God. I hated my dresses. They were all hand-me-downs with those huge collars that would cover your whole face if you lifted it up...which wasn't so bad if you were having a temper tantrum and wanted to hide... We also had to ride in our great big chevy van for 45 minutes on winding mountain roads, which tend to make you feel carsick when you're in the backseat and your little brothers are munching on cheerios while their little feet scrape your leg because they are bouncing their legs non-stop. Walking into church was just more misery. I was shy, lost in the shuffle. The only one at church I ever remember talking to me was my Sunday school teacher. I was bigger than the other kids in my class, and I thought I must be fat. The only other girl in my class would look at me smugly when I couldn't remember all of the verse we were supposed to have memorized. Yes, Sundays were dreadful. I don't blame my parents. They did exactly what they thought was best for all of us, and I have a lot of respect for them. I have a confession to make. I still don't like church. I do like Sundays now, because we don't usually go to church. There was a brief time in my married life that I loved church. We were in a very unique church for a couple years. A church where you are loved for who you are, and they don't try to change you. They love that you are different because it adds to their diversity and they accept that you are following God because you keep showing up and showing your love. Right now though, we are nomads. Not belonging anywhere, and yet maybe belonging everywhere. We have each other, we have community through so many different outlets from skype, to emails, to facebook groups encouraging me to continue seeking. We're not in one place long enough to have a local community. That might change, but for now, this is what we have, and it's enough.

Saturday, August 24, 2013

Respecting Children

I know that it's not the norm now, to hear that children should be seen and not heard. I know that we are told to value our children, and put them first. To be good parents. Don't spank, don't do time-outs, don't do this or that. That's good to hear, but it's not enough. Children aren't respected like adults are. How are they going to learn respect for themselves and each other if we don't show them how? We start when they are very young, and try to teach our toddlers not to snatch from other toddlers. I think it's something they do naturally because they don't know it hurts feelings, but I also think that they pick up so much of their behavior from us, their parents. How often do we snatch away things they shouldn't have (even if it's not necessarily dangerous for them to have)? How about how we talk to them? Do we use the same kindness we would use in talking to the bank teller, or the lady at the checkout, or the barista at the coffee shop? Why not? WHy are we short with them? Why are we exasperated when they won't take "no" for an answer? It's simple. They are children. They are not always easy to deal with. They have huge feelings that they haven't learned how to control yet (seriously, aren't we all still working on the whole, self control thing?). This is something I am working on. I want to treat my little ones with respect. Just as much respect as I want to be treated with. Before I tell them to do (or not to do) something, I need to think about it, and make sure I know why I'm requesting this. Why do I want my daughter to change her mis-matched clothes before we leave the house? Is it because I think people will think I'm 'one of those moms who doesn't have it all together and just lets her kids run around looking like...well, kids? Or is it because I have an eye for fashion and I can't bear it that she's wearing that top with those leggings! Insert confession: I'm a little OCD. Not majorly, but it's there.
When I analyze the Why in my requesting my daughter to change her outfit, I notice that I'm not respecting who she is. She is a brilliant child, with an individual mind and her own taste in colors and patterns. I shouldn't be forcing my own preferences on her just because it doesn't look like I think it should. That's disrespecting her, and inadvertently telling her that her choices aren't good enough. That's not how I want to be treating my daughter. I want her to grow up being confident and strong, and that strength and security doesn't just appear when you're all grown up. I believe I can help her with that by giving her a safe place to express who she is, and supporting her with all I've got! There is so much more to write about concerning this, but I don't want to bog you down (heck, I'm bogging myself down already).  This is a journey for me. Here's a challenge. Next time you're charged with a little one, and you're about to give them an order, put yourself in their place. Imagine how tall you are from their point of view, and how much bigger your emotions are to them, because if you are their parent, then you're their world. Would you want to be told what you're about to tell them? How would you want to be told? What tone of voice would you long to hear? Trust me on this, I'm preaching to the choir. I needed to write this because I needed to read this.

Starting Again

It's been awhile since I really sat down and wrote in my blog. Actually wrote. About things that really matter to me, or just things about me. I'm gonna reintroduce myself because I'm not the same girl who started this blog. I still am very similar, but I've changed a lot. Things have happened to me, I've happened to things...yeah. It's life. Keeps on going and pulling you with it. Here goes:

Hi. Welcome. My name is grace Nathan. I'm 5'8" tall, have red hair and a smattering of freckles because it's nearing the end of the summer, and I don't tan very well. I freckle. I'm almost in my last year of being twenty-something, and I'm not gonna lie, that scares me. I consider myself a kind person, but if you mess with me or mine, you're goin' down. I do have a redhead's temper, and I'm not afraid to use it. I believe that the greatest power is Love. Love made me. Love made my family. Love makes the flowers grow, not just rain (take that, Eponine).  Relationships are very important to me. I've been married to my partner for over 9 years now. He's a man and I'm a woman. I didn't say husband and wife because I really want to convey that we are partners. We married because we are best friends who wanted to partner up in this life so we would never have to go through anything alone. We've had times of trying to control each other, and times of trying to submit to each other, but all in all nothing describes us better than partners. We are equal. He's a wonderful man. I've never had to fight to be heard. The thing that first attracted me to him was his kindness and caring to everyone around him. You don't meet people like that everyday. We have 3 kids who are constantly teaching us how to be parents as they seem to come up with a new curveball to toss at us every other day. I wouldn't trade them for anything. My heart never ceases to melt when they call me "mommy." Because for right now, for these few short years, I'm the center of their lives, and I will protect and nurture with all my strength.

And now there's this; I think I'm a very open-minded person. I could be wrong, because I think my world is small right now. I have a lot of thoughts and opinions that are new (within the past 5 years) to me and I know I can be used to help bring more Love into this world. I see doors opening up and new things are about to happen. I think maybe they've been happening and I've really only just begun to notice. Sometimes I get so caught up in the blur of everyday life, that I forget about that huge world out there. A world full of pain, sorrow, courage, healing, hate, and Love. I'm a part of that world whether I think I can choose to be or not. I can shut it out (and sometimes I need to so I can refocus), and I can let it in, or rather, let myself out. There is much to be done, so here I am. grace. Oh yeah, one more thing. I think capital G's are ugly. They're fine for random words, but I don't like to use them for my name. I prefer a nice lower case little squiggly g. grace.

Saturday, February 16, 2013

This is the Posted Title

Here I am, inspired by my sister to write, even though I cannot think of anything to write about. I do feel the need to be creative, but I don't think writing is totally my outlet. It has been far too long since my last post though. That was over a year ago, when my sweet JoJo was born.

Let's see....Life is. Life is crazy. Life is crazy, insane, uncertain, and exciting! I never know where the next bend in the road will take me, but I love that. I love not knowing, and I love change (I needed to tell myself that, because I forgot.) So many things have been changing lately, or been thrown into the 'uncertain' pile. I was really upset about that at first, but now I'm just looking forward to what that change will bring. What's in store for us in the near future? I'm really cool with whatever, as long as I have my Jon by my side, baby on my hip, and kids trailing along. I think this is it for now.....I'll try to pop on again soon and give a few more details about my juicy, exciting life! ;)