As an only child growing up on a farm in the 80s, time was all I had. Daydreaming of what life would be like when I grew up occupied a lot of my time. My first real dream was to be a writer. I would write stories, draw pictures (not very good ones), and read my imaginative tales to my little cousins. As I grew and my responsibilities in the kitchen expanded, a new dream was born. I was going to be a chef with my own cooking show. Mind you, this was before the days of Food Network, so I only had Julia Child to admire. My dreams varied from there to Teacher, Accountant, Caterer, and the big one...a Mom. With so many possibilities, adult life was going to be great. The only thing I knew for certain, I did not want to marry a farmer, and I didn't think farm life was for me.
Here I am, back at the same 90 acre farm I grew up on. Now with a husband and three children. He's not a farmer, but an engineer, but he still moved us here right after I turned 40 and when the pandemic was fresh and scary. We've built a house and have a garden and are seeking what's next for our life. Our children are adjusting and love the wide open space. #FarmLife seems to be our life right now! We're figuring it all out one day at a time.
In all honesty, I have achieved most of those dreams, just not in the way I imagined. I've written a few devotions and articles that have been published, and I have blogged posting recipes ideas for families. I wore the teacher hat when we homeschooled for a year, and then of course every mother and father became a teacher during pandemic. Substituting as a teacher is also on my resume. I've worked in colleges and preschools, and I enjoy helping any student no matter their age. I am the CFO of the family, keeping our finances in line and doing our taxes. I cater three meals a day, seven days a week, for at least a party of five (sometimes more). Mommy became my new title on Valentines Day 2007, and again on March 24, 2010 and May 31, 2016. Thankful does not begin to describe how I feel, even through the long, rough days.
So I am thrilled about blogging again. My girls are old enough to help with ideas and recipes and pictures. I hope this is a family affair. We really do not know what is in store, but we are ready for the adventure. And, we are ready to Show Joy!
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