I am a mother. I am a wife. I am a friend. A woman, a baker, a lover, a knitter. I sew buttons. I wipe noses. I make meatloaf. I laugh. I cry. I struggle. I drive kids all over town. Some days I glide effortlessly through my day. Others, I hit roadblocks every other minute.

I am a girl that loves to dance to loud music with her children hopping around. I also love to dance to loud music surrounded by friends for a fun night out. I am wannabe gardener, hoping that I can grow beautiful tomatoes and strawberries. Mostly I just like to dig in the dirt. Often I talk to myself. And I almost always sing when I’m in the car by myself. I do not like jumping on trampolines anymore, but man oh man do I love to swing with my kids. I am a dreamer. I have a grand fantasy of someday having a hammock, a really big one, that I can lounge around in all day long in the summer. I want to make spicy jalapeno margaritas again and sip on one till the cows come home while the kids run around in the yard.

So many experiences, both good and bad, have shaped me. And while I am so many things, I often wonder, what do I show to the world? What do others see when they see me? Who I want to be and who I am sometime tangle, almost like a split personality. Maybe that makes me crazy, maybe not. I am a complex, multi-faceted individual. I am much more than what I seem. But at the same time, what you see, is what you get.