To be a mother is to walk around with a piece of your heart outside of your body. I have four beautiful little pieces of my heart (Ethan is going to have a field day with that visual. I am going to hear about pieces of heart for days after this page goes live…) walking around. Each of them is so unique, such a distinct individual all their own. And yet, each one of them is so much a part of me, each one of the few people I truly count as kindred spirits, but each in a different way.

And then there’s The Hubby. The Hubby doesn’t get his own page, because frankly The Hubby doesn’t even like that I mention him on my little blog at all. I managed to convince him that if I don’t ever refer to him, people are going to assume I’m a single mother. And while there’s nothing wrong with that, he’s way too awesome for me to just pretend he doesn’t exist. But I do my best to keep his role as anonymous as possible, out of respect for his wishes. And his cute knees.

I am so blessed. I know beyond a shadow of a doubt that God wove these beautiful people into the fabric of my life before the foundation of the world. They are perfect for me, and I wouldn’t change a one of them.

Okay, here’s the deal: from here, there’s supposed to be an option for you to click a link to a little bio of each of my kids…only my mad skills evidently aren’t as mad as I thought. I’m still working on it…check back!