This time home with Emerson has allowed me at lot of time to think about how my life has shaped up so far. The direction Obie and I have chosen to take, and at times, the detours that just led us where we were meant to be. Its odd perhaps that as a young girl I never dreamt of becoming a mother, nor of really getting married at all. (certainly in my mind there were hordes of super cute men falling at my feet- duh) but never in my wildest dreams did I picture 4 little boys sent to me to raise, to love, and ultimately to let go.
These pictures aren't organized, or orchestrated- but they document a smattering of our life. A life never imagined but one that I am so thankful for. Obie and I have been blessed beyond measure, we realize that, even among the agruing and constant reprimands, the punishment and praise. It is where, and with whom, we were meant to be.
