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Today while sitting outside tweezing my eyebrows (ouch!) I found not one, NOT TWO, but THREE silver-white hairs on my head near my temple!  Aaaaah!  Reallynot what I had in mind for today.  And how many more are hiding up there beyond the scope of the mirror?  Wow, I certainly don’t feel old enough to be getting grays… geesh, I was sitting out there with Jo and I swear I felt like I was still only a few years older than HER!   Yeah, I know… You can say all you want about the wisdom that comes with gray hair… but truthfully I’d like to gain the wisdom without the subsequent gray.  I’m just saying, that’s all.

Okay, here’s a gut-honest, six-month summary (heck, why not?  I’m due for a wordy post! 🙂  

It’s been a veeeerrrrrrry stretching season for us financially (as with so many people right now…) The move was absolutely necessary to stay in business, but it took a toll on our savings and we pretty much bottomed out.  Then we had a couple of crummy situations where we were expecting large contracted payments to come in and were stiffed a lot of money, and then also had to deal with a legal lien because a different house went into foreclosure after our cabinets were installed.  Grrr.  It was really hard for me to be gracious about it all because we were still having to pay our guys, of course — but we were months behind in being able to support ourselves and I saw the huge, huge weight it put on Peter — and I was just so angry at the people who were holding out on us.  It’s been a good season for me to practice dealing with frustration properly!   We’ve gone through some tough times in the last six years since we started the business, but it’s been particulary stretching this time because we were still trying to play catch up from the move.  And, of course I was super-emotional about leaving all my friends and family behind… and transitioning from being a country/farm girl ALL my life to living here in the middle of civilization.  And of course, some marriage issues came up as they usually do when both parties are uber-stressed and feeling crushed under the worries of life, finances and transitions. 

So, yeah — moving really kicked my tail.  It did.  Every time I thought I was finally getting my feet under me, some new crisis would come up and I’d land flat on my back again.  We’ve also been dealing with some not-so-fun relational drama over the last eight months since the move — but I’ll spare ya all the gory details.  Ha ha ha… seriously, though, I love life!  And I really don’t want to be a whiner, because yes, there are starving children in Africa and there are awful, terrible situations all over the world SOOOO much worse than the last eight months have been for this wimpy, selfish gal.  But, um, — in the interest of full disclosure, I figured I should be real with this post.  🙂 

 So anyway, we’ve gotten really creative with how simply we can live this year.  We were already down to one vehicle when we moved so we couldn’t downsize there, but we’ve been cutting out every other “extra.”  We’ve been eating a lot of beans and rice and figuring out how to use less energy and make smarter decisions about what we consume on every level.  Plus, we’ve been single-handedly keeping our local Craigslist stocked with stuff from around the house!  It’s all along the lines of reducing use and simplifying life – a drum I’ve been beating for years – but when it REALLY comes down to it and its necessity, not just choice,  its a little harder.  Because we’ve always lived on a farm, we’ve usually had a huge garden in the summer and grown chickens and the like, but now that we are almost-city folk, we don’t have the advantage of living off the land as much as we did in the past — so, I’m having to re-think the way I do things.  It’s been a challenge… but a good one. 

We found an AWESOME little church that we’ve plugged into.  Peter is playing the keyboard on the worship team — which gives him a lot of life.   The church is mostly comprised of young families our age with lots and lots of kids around the same ages as ours.  They have a huge heart for the nations, particularly Africa — and it felt like coming home when we walked in the doors that first Sunday.  There is a strong sense of community and we love the emphasis on giving and living compassionately.  They have several projects that they’ve started in Tanzania and Burundi (East Africa) including orphanages, schools and housing projects and we’re excited about getting more involved with them.  I’ve made a couple of good friends through the church… such a gift. 

Changing subjects: (this is going to be a very random post!) Henry hasn’t had any more seizures since we moved and we are hoping that it was an isolated experience.  He did go in for another series of MRI scans late last year to determine if the cysts in his brain had grown or changed in any way since the previous set of scans last spring.  I was a little nervous going into them… especially since it was after the last set of MRIs that we found out about the polymicrogyria and the cysts.  But, thankfully everything looks just the same!  So we’ll continue monitoring them with scans and tests once or twice a year.   He’s been in therapy consistently once a week for the last six months and he loves it.  We’re so grateful for the “birth to three” program here in Idaho.  His wonderful therapist comes out to the house every Wednesday and it’s like a play date for Henry.  It’s going to be really hard on him in July when he turns three and has to say goodbye to “his Carrie.”
(*funny little Henry story… he calls a lot of things “his” and the other day we were at church and I was talking to him about our drummer, Tamsen, who was born in Nigeria and adopted by a Scottish couple, and is now living here.  Anyway, she and Henry have a special connection and I was telling him that Tamsen was born in Africa, too.  Henry’s eyes got HUGE and he said almost incredulously, “MY AFRICA??????”  He thinks the whole continent belongs to him!)

March was a significant month for us – it marked the tipping point where we could celebrate Henry being a part of our family for over half of his life!  It was his sixteenth month home and he had been fifteen months old when we traveled to pick him up.  Yay! 

He’s doing well medically — and in every other way.  He’s most DEFINITELY a type “A”, strong-willed, FULL of beans, leader-esque personality.  WOW.  I’ve always admired parents who are doing a good job raising strong-willed kids, but didn’t thoroughly understand or appreciate their dedication until now!   He also is super-charismatic. People just flock to him, and he eats it up…  He is the life of the party everywhere we go and has the craziest sense of humor for such a little person.  Really, his timing and instincts are remarkable.  I’ve laughed more at him than at any other person in my life.  I think he has a future in comedy.  He’s been potty-trained completely for about a month now, unless he gets mad and then he uses his little squirt-gun pistol to his advantage (yeah, not sure quite what to do about that!)  He is incredibly advanced in the language and comprehension department.  Peter and I are constantly giving each other puzzled, amazed looks about something Henry has just said.  How can he POSSIBLY be so stinkin’ smart?  He remembers specifics of conversations that Peter and I had weeks ago… that we didn’t even realize he was listening to, but he brings it up later.  Keeps us on our toes, that’s for sure!

Joanna is growing so quickly.  She has entered the “why” phase of life and I am running out of answers!  Guess it’s time to hit the encyclopedias!  She’s really into bugs these days… and riding her bike, and playing house… and all the other typical four-year-old interests.  I sometimes just stare at her with amazement, wondering how in the WORLD that the teeny tiny little baby that was born just yesterday can possibly be so big and so grown-up.  Does this amazement ever stop?  Do you just keep thinking that until they are twenty-two?  Golly sakes, it’s crazy!

And she really is so sweet.  I love her gentle, compassionate soul.   Of course, she has her insanely difficult moments just like any kid, but for the most part she is very sensitive and quick to respond well.  She still has significant food intolerances, so we keep trucking along down the organic, whole-foods, non-hybridized highway!

In other news: We applied to an agency a few weeks ago to start our next adoption.  We are expecting it to take at least a couple of years though, because we’re really at ground zero with the financing (yep, especially with things being so tight right now… but we feel so strongly that adoption is the way we’re supposed to grow our family, so we’re just going to keep putting a little away each month and start fund-raising hard this summer.)   We’ll start our homestudy this fall as long as everything is still in place (i.e. as long as we still have work!) It’s nice having a longer time-frame in mind here at the beginning because then (hopefully!) I won’t get as antsy waiting (ha ha… wishful thinking, I’m sure.)  Anyway, we’re open to a lot of different special needs and also to a sibling group, so we’re just moving forward and trusting that the right doors will open at the right time just like they did with Henry.   Due to country regulations, we aren’t going to share any specifics on the blog until we’re farther into the process.  Plus, there probably won’t be many updates for a while since we are waaaay back at the starting line (and this time around I know exactly what that means! No false expectancies here! 😉

As we were tossing around some ideas at the beginning of the year about ways we could finance another adoption, Peter really encouraged me to pursue the dream I’ve had of doing photography professionally.  So, I took a few months and got really serious about finishing the schooling I’d been doing and upgraded my gear and took the plunge.  So far I have been so blessed by the tremendous response and encouragement from both old friends and new clients.  I’m so aware that I am smack-dab in the middle of a dream coming true.   It’s always an amazing feeling to stop and look around and realize that in the midst of all the busyness and craziness of living life, a very real dream is being realized.  Of course, it’s taken a lot of work and a lot of mistakes, and I’m still learning soooo much and have a long ways to go —  but I’m loving it every bit as much as I suspected I would.  It’s a joy to spend time with people and touch their lives a little and give them a piece of their history frozen in time.  People have always fascinated me and I love meeting new families and hearing about their passions and stories.  And of course, I have this other dream of photographing children in Africa someday… Maybe doing a little photojournalism and raising awareness through images and personal stories.  It’s a long life, right?  Lots of time left for more dreams… and for now, I’m loving this new venture and the hope that it will help bring another child (or two or three!) to our family.

Here’s the link to my website: http://ambergphoto.com  And to my photo blog (which I actually have been posting on the last six months… I know, I know… how unfaithful is that?)  http://ambergphotoblog.com.  Anyway, as much as I’ve loved it, it’s taken a lot of time to launch the business end of things and design the site, and get my portfolio built up.  But it’s definitely been worth it and I’m so enjoying the sessions now and looking forward the rest of the summer. 

So… now I guess most of the biggies are caught up to speed!

And since a post without a photo is, well… just plain sad! — here are a couple of my recent favorite shots of the kids. 

Jo picking dandelions:

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Henry laughing hysterically:

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I’m back…

I think.

It’s been a lovely, lovely little hiatus. Unplanned — which makes it all the sweeter, I suppose.

I’ve been unplugged from phones and the internet for the most part since we moved, and I’ve been enjoying the subsequent simplicity and quietness during this major transitional season in our lives. There has been so much to process — so much to say “good-bye” to and so much to learn. I have been alone — very, very alone — for the first time in my adult life… with no best friend right across the field and no community of dear families who have been there since I was eleven just down the road. I’ve done some longer-period traveling (including two summers in Europe) — but it has been the strangest, most unknown feeling to live in a strange city and in a strange state without a singe person knowing my name. I have never felt so thin and light — as if I might float away at any moment. Even my familiar belongings look strange in their new environment. Whose lamp is that? Does it belong to me? Where did all these books come from? It’s as if I am lost in an existential moment in time — with severed ties to the past and no known future. It’s an odd feeling. A feeling that I haven’t quite known what to do with.

Of course, I know that I am NOT living in an existential moment in time. I am the product of my past; I am irrevocably tied to my future — my feelings are only the natural result of leaving behind a lifetime of familiar patterns and people. In time I will learn to create new patterns; I will wear a new path along a new road. I will make friends and discover shortcuts to my favorite places. I will actually have favorite places.  I will no longer wake up disoriented and forget that I am not in my little house in the big woods, but rather in my big house in the little woods. Both me and my life will fill up again — with work and appointments and to-do lists and play-dates.

But in the meantime, this season of emptiness has actually been so sweet — like the gift of a sabbatical at home. There have been no phone calls, no internet, no appointments… nothing but time. Time with my awesome children to tell funny made-up stories and make cavernous blanket-tents in the living room… Time with my husband to dream about the future like we did when we were younger and were just starting out… Time to worship and commune with God in a marvelous intimacy because it’s only He and I — uninterrupted… Time to sit alone and read… or just stare out the window at the snow — acutely aware of my utter aloneness — but actually savoring it. It’s been like setting the clock back. Or getting a second chance to start all over. The slate is wiped clean. And it feels so good — even in the emptiness.

But, like all seasons, this one has an end, and the end is soon. I can’t be alone forever. I don’t want to be alone forever. I am getting my feet under me; I am bravely introducing myself to nice-looking moms at the Library and I am starting to turn my computer on again. I’m getting my camera out more often and I’m calling old friends on my cell phone just to catch up.

It’s official.

I live in Idaho now.

(Jack Hayden — twenty minutes old)

I’m breaking radio silence because I just HAD to show this little guy off {I’m actually back up at the WA house for a couple of days, so I’m trying to catch up on my interneting while I’m here…}  My best friend Sarah FINALLY delivered her baby boy yesterday!  Thankfully I was already up here, so I didn’t have to make the long drive in the middle of the night from ID.  And, oddly enough, I was actually staying the night at her house with the kids because Peter dropped us off and took another load of tools down to Idaho Wednesday night.  Our house is mostly empty and it was bloomin’ cold, so the kids and I crashed at Ryan and Sarah’s.  We were laughing that night about how ironic it would be if she went into labor with me staying there (she was sixteen days over her due date and I’d been “on call” for weeks.)  I thought she was playing a joke on me in the middle of the night when she came in to tell me that it was time to head to the hospital! 

As you can see from the first picture, baby Jack is absolutely adorable!  It was such an honor being there to welcome him into the world.  We’ve all been eagerly anticipating his arrival — especially Sarah in the last two+ weeks since her due date.  He ended up being a little over 9 pounds, and he actually has little chubby rolls on his arms and legs! 

Sarah is a hero.  OH.  MY.  GOSH.  It was harder than I thought it was going to be watching her go through labor and I have a deepened respect and admiration for her.  Being there with her made me think about Henry’s birth mother and what she went through to bring him into this world.  She sacrificially gave him the gift of life through a very painful process.  I have great respect for her as well (okay, and for EVERY woman who endures and perseveres through the labor process!) 

Obviously Ryan is a very proud dad.  I have some sweet shots of Sarah bonding with her son, too, and she looks ridiculously beautiful! — not at all like she’d just been through nine hours of labor.

Here’s one of my favorites of Ryan and his mom: 

Zoe came to the hospital shortly after Jack was born.  I have never seen her sit as still as she did with her little brother on her lap! 

Henry came to town, too, because he had a PT appointment scheduled– so he got to meet his little buddy at the hospital.  Zoe was so cute when Henry came up to the chair.  She told Henry that he could “pet” her little brother — so he did!  🙂

This next picture isn’t very good (the lighting was terrible in the hospital room) but the look on Henry’s face CRACKS me up!!!  He actually had this expression on his face most of the time while he was looking at the baby — I don’t think he knew quite what to make of the wrinkled little person in the blanket! 

… for a few days.  We don’t have internet at the house yet (I’m at my parents right now) so I’ll be off-line for a while.  We are officially Idahoans as of yesterday — we pulled a large trailer with shop equipment and another trailer with most of the rest of our household down to the new house last night.  We ended up having trailer light issues and spent a couple of frustrating hours in a WalMart parking lot along the way tying to fix them, so we arrived “home” a little later than we planned.  We just threw the mattresses out on the floor in our room and camped there together with the kids.  It was a memorable first night in our new house.  Joanna was convinced we were at a hotel.  🙂 

Ross, Tessa and Chloe (good friends — and the ones who will be moving into our place in WA) drove down with us to help with the unloading and settling in.  They are going to be staying for a few days.  It’s nice to have the help, but mostly I’m just grateful for the company.  It lessens the shock — I don’t have to be immediately alone this way. 

Hopefully the ‘settling in’ will go smoothly.  I’ll post some pictures once we’re connected to the world via the web again.

Alrighty then — here’s the scoop on the move.

First of all, though, here’s a picture of the house we’re moving into so you have a visual. 

 

It’s a lovely house and ENORMOUS.  I feel really, really blessed to get to call it home for a season.  It sits on five acres right outside town with a large shop on the property for the business.  It definitely makes the move easier — although I’ve never been a big-house, “keep up with the Jones” type of gal.  Give me a small cabin in the woods on my own land with a large garden spot and a beautiful view of the mountains and I’m perfectly happy.  Better yet, make it in the middle of nowhere and I’m REALLY happy! 🙂 But, things change, and there are both appealing and difficult aspects to this change. 

We’ve actually been contemplating this move for several years now — even though as I said, the process went crazy-fast as soon as we made the decision three weeks ago to go ahead with it.  We still have a couple of weeks before we need to be out of the WA house (some good friends will be renting it while we are in ID) so there isn’t a huge stress as far as moving out.  The only stress is being strung out across two states for too long… it could get a little difficult with the toothpaste in one state and the toothbrushes back in the other.  (I’m a random packer! I NEED to get a better system!)  We’ve taken two loads over so far and hopefully we’ll get most of it moved by next week. 

Speaking of packing, I cannot BELIEVE how much stuff we’ve accumulated over the last six years that we’ve been married.  Holy smokes!  I’ve always thought I was utilitarian and pretty good about not keeping unecessary things, but I guess not.  I have boxes and boxes of “stuff” to give away to Goodwill.  Sorting through it all has deeply convicted me again about how much excess we’ve brought into our home that we really, truly didn’t need.  I’ve been wanting to simplify and downsize for a while — and this is fantastic opportunity.  It IS a chance to start over in certain ways… a new beginning… and I am determined to live more simply and give more freely in this next season. 

But anyway, back to the rest of the story.  Five years ago — a year after we were married — Peter finished his apprenticeship and we started our custom cabinet shop.  He’s a genius designer and craftsman — but being that we lived literally in the middle of nowhere, local business was hard to come by.  Sometime during that first year of business, Peter drove down to Coeur d’Alene, Idaho (3+ hours away) and connected with a couple of high-end builders in North Idaho.  Those connections turned out to be very key relationships and the rest is history.  God has blessed us with some great customers and awesome projects and we’ve been steadily busy since then.   The vast majority of jobs have been from the Coeur d’Alene area — so Peter has spent more time than I even want to calculate driving back and forth to Cda the last four years.  The long-distance commuting once or twice a week hasn’t been easy — it’s insane how many times he stayed up well-past midnight finishing a job here and then got up at 4:30 to load the job and drive it down for installation.  He’s had to spend a lot of time away from home on installs and we miss him terribly when he’s gone for days at a time.

I know it seems crazy that we didn’t just move right at the beginning when things started to take off in Cda.  Most people would have!  In fact no one really thought that we’d make it with the shop so far from the business… but we did — with great sacrifice and determination on Peter’s part.  We stayed because we love it here and because we couldn’t stand the thought of leaving.  We grew up in this small agricultural community with a group of friends that have married and started families and most still live here.  And when I say community, I mean literal community — like an old-fashioned town built around a one-room schoolhouse that doubles as a church; a network of gravel roads connecting hand-built log homes and farms; a huge old barn that is used for weddings and dances in the summer; and a hundred other things that make up this community. I can’t even say how fortunate I feel to have grown up in this sort of setting.  I know that there are communities in actuality and in spirit all over the world, but it still doesn’t make leaving this one easy, because this is the one with my dear friends whom I love like family.  I just can’t explain it.  But it is the right move for our family now…  There are a lot of doors that have opened for us, making it completely obvious that this is the direction we are supposed to head.  We know that we have reached a point in our lives that in order to grow, we need to step out of the comfortable and the known and follow the open doors.

Nope — not pregnant.

And, no — not adopting again (not quite yet!!!!!! I’m ready, though!)

Nope, the big news is… (drrrrrrrrumrolllllllll — are you ready????) 

We’re moving.  

Out of state…

To Idaho.

Whew.  Okay, it’s out — it’s official now.  I’ve been putting off saying anything because I knew once I did, it would hit me straight in the gut with all of it’s irrevocable inevitability. 

The crazy thing is how fast this whole process has been.  The inkling, the thinking, the looking, the doors opening, the decision-making-deadline, the committing — and now the packing. 

And our move-in date?  Tomorrow.

Ha hahahhaha!!!!!  Good one, Huh??  Sadly, it’s true — and I only started packing today.  I have been procrastinating fiercely because it was yet another thing that made this move “official” and I am the QUEEN of denial!

Hey, I know it’s just a move and most people move around.  But, not me.  I’ve lived in this state and in this county my entire life.  I was born here, raised here, fell in love, went to school, and got married here; I started my family here and this is where my life-long friends and family live.  My roots go deep — very, very deep into this land.  It is painfully hard beyond words to think about leaving.  It’s a ripping and tearing of everything that is beloved to me and everything that has made me who I am at my core.

Plus, have you SEEN the photos?  It’s a gorgeous, gorgeous corner of the world, this place. 

I know in my head that this is the right move.  It’s the smart move from every objective perspective for our family for a myriad of reasons.  And we still own land here — we’ll be back.  The “plan” is to spend a couple of years in Idaho and then move back.  But I know how plans change… I know how time alters things.  And I know that regardless of what happens in the future, it’s the end of a season of my life — a season that I’ve loved every minute of.

I am going to try my VERY best not to sniffle too much about how sad I am.  I am going to put my head down and get to this whole doggone packing business.   In fact, you may not hear very much from me for a long while.  OR… on the other hand, I may continue trying to find every possible excuse to put off the inevitable, and you might actually hear from me MORE than usual!  🙂 

At any rate, we’re moving…

Theoretically, tomorrow!

Joanna fell down our stairs yesterday and broke her collarbone.  It was a terrible head-over-heels fall down the entire flight of our (hardwood) stairs.  Poor baby is in a lot of pain, and it’s hard not to feel guilty… I know there wasn’t anything I could have done to stop it, but I have always been careful with the stairs because I was afraid of an accident like this.  Thank God she wasn’t hurt any worse.

Besides the discomfort, she is really living up the whole “I’m hurt, please wait on me hand and foot” situation.  🙂  It certainly doesn’t take them long to get the hang of that! 

The doctor said four to six weeks recovery.   She has a little sling to wear, but it’s a BATTLE getting her to put it on.

Okay, this is getting ridiculous.  What does it take to get some consistent blogging around here? (although in all fairness, this is my SECOND post today.  Woohoo!)

Ha ha…. Actually, things have been crazy the last few weeks.  We have a couple of big decisions up in the air that we’re doing a lot of thinking and praying about.  Wish I could say more, but I can’t spill the beans quite yet.  Suffice to say I’m excited and a wee bit nervous (one of the decisions has to do with a move and I’ve never moved!)  Of course, as with any big decision, I’m sweating making the wrong decision, especially since this is kind of an “either/or” scenario.  Honestly, sometimes I wish there was a step-by-step guide for the biggies in life.  But, I guess that’s where faith comes in. 

Anyway, moving on.  Here’s the latest (besides the latest.)  

  • Henry has been doing fine the last two weeks since his seizure.  Thanks for the prayers and e-mails.  We have several appointments scheduled with his neurologist throughout the month ahead.  They want to run some tests to see if there has been any other seizure activity in his brain that we just haven’t noticed.  Plus he’s due for another series of MRI’s as well, so it looks like we’re going to be frequent visitors at the Children’s Ward once again this month.  I’ve realized that his seizure was, in a lot of ways, a good reminder for me.  I know this might sound like I’m not a very good mom, but a lot of the time I forget about Henry’s neuro issues.  It isn’t evident every day — so I forget about the PMG and the cysts.  I know there is a balance to find; I’ve got to stay mindful of his condition in order to be the best parent possible for him.    

 

  • As far as the non-profit goes, we’re still plugging away at the website.  It’s fairly slow-going at this point because we’re waiting on a little bit more paperwork and information about non-profit commerce.  We have a few fairs/events scheduled for this fall and winter, the first of which is on the 18th.  Hopefully it will go well since it’s really our first official event as an organization.  We’re going to take all the items we have from Liberia to sell, as well as a lot of photos and videos so people can see the projects and organizations we’re hoping to partner with in Liberia and hopefully generate some interest and support in them as well.  We’re also putting together some information cards for the micro-grants/loans that we are wanting to get for some of the artisans Peter met. 

 

  • Along these lines, two weeks ago we met with a woman who just opened a fair trade store in downtown Spokane.  She would like to buy items wholesale from us to sell in her store.  We are really excited about this connection because she has a lot of friends in the area that are heavily involved in fair trade and humanitarian work in Africa.  Plus, it will be great to have our items in a store locally to help generate interest in our mission. 

 

  • We also have some really cool news — Peter and I were recently asked (and agreed) to be on the board of directors for the adoption ministry Kingdom Kids and their African aid organization, AWOP. Talk about a really rockin’ surprise!  If you’re in the adoption world, you most likely know who they are, but if not, take a look at their sites.  We fully agree with eveything they are doing to support adoptive families as well as their humanitarian and mercy ministies in Ethiopia.  We actually first met with them earlier this summer about our organization, but we hadn’t really followed up on it and we were completely surprised when they called and invited us to be on the board.  We had a fantastic meeting with Michelle Gardner and one of the ladies that works with her a couple days ago that was incredibly envisioning and encouraging.  We tossed a ton of ideas back and forth about ways we can support what they are doing and ways that our organization can work with theirs, and we came away from that meeting just stoked about this awesome new relationship. 

 So anyway, I guess that’s it in a nutshell… for now!

A little about me…

Wife. Mother. Friend. Daughter. Sister. Aunt. Student. Adventure-lover. Photo-taker. Book-reader. Organic gardener. Granola-maker. Green smoothie drinker. Snowboarder. Soccer-player. Aspiring rock-climber. Sometime health nut. Passionate about justice and mercy. Adoption advocate. Business owner and jewelry designer. Wild at heart. Crazy-blessed to live out in the country with my awesome family.

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