I tried to think of clever and interesting facts about myself that would make you desperately curious about my life and writing, but I’m kind of ordinary. Here’s the highlights.
- Wife of a Canadian (I’m a dual citizen, and so are my kids). I call him my boyfriend because he still is, and I still crush hard on him most days. PS–He’s a firefighter, so yes, be jealous. It’s alright.
- Mom of 2 boys (Admittedly this does make my life a little interesting. And ohmygosh, y’all, they are just the. absolute. best.)
- World’s worst speller (Whose got thyme for speling? Are you totally wondering if I meant to type whose or who’s?)
- Love to garden (Kind of a blogger cliche, but I did write a gardening book if you want proof.)
- Love photography (Another blogger cliche, but I have photographed a wedding if you want proof.) Sadly, the camera I knew a lot about is dead, and now, I have a new, fancy-schmancy camera my hubs got for me. I promise I’m trying to figure it out; maybe I’ll post a good shot one day.
- Love cooking (Yep, another cliche! BUT I did use to bake wedding cakes in Canada. I was forced to retire because it about sent me to the loony bin. The stress, friends!)
- I ALWAYS burn toast under the broiler. (Pancakes and grilled cheese are never safe in my hands either.)
- I will absolutely break a grammar rule if I want to.
- I really REALLY love Jesus, and I am shell-shock in awe of God. (I mean have you watched a flower grow from seed to bloom? Have you heard the song of a hummingbird’s wings? Yeah. Exactly. Just God, wow.)
- I am a fan of social justice and philanthropy.
- I try to buy fair trade coffee and chocolate and feel guilty because it’s only a start.
- Oh, I homeschool. (What? I know, right? The cliches just keep coming. Dang. I’ll try to be more original.)
- I grew up in Georgia, and when I die, I want my ashes sprinkled in a field of yellow flowers sprouted up from red clay.
- Coffee. Just coffee. Okay? I mean, yes, yes and amen! (Especially when it is with my 12 year old who I have thoroughly trained in the finer things.)
- In sixth grade, this zany, squeaky-voiced teacher inspired me to write. In seventh grade, this soft, melifluous-voiced teacher taught me to write with organization. In college, this hippie-alto voiced teacher gave me wings. I’ve never looked back.
- There’s more. I’ve lived a little. Seen a few things in my day. And I’m just really a fan of being real, of not hiding the unsightly in our lives, of sharing the truth because the truth is what sets people free.
- I love starting sentences with the word AND! Love it.
- I’m really honored you’d take the time to read about me, and read what I write. I don’t take that lightly.
- I hope you’ll be encouraged here on my blog and maybe equipped in your life, whatever road you may find yourself traveling.
Wow!!! HOW am I just now learning about your blog? You were awesome then, and AWESOME-er now! Love and Hugs pretty lady!
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Jennifer! Hey girl! That’s so cool about you being saved at CLBC! How are you doing?
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OK, you are even more amazing than I thought possible! Love you and your family!
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Love you!! I’m going to grow up and be you one day.
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I have always known you are amazing. Just sitting and talking and rocking our little ones while the “big boys” were running around the yard, you became a friend and a wise woman in my life. Hugs to you.
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Ah, I see your boy isn’t the only blogger in the family. Love your writing style and authenticity!
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Just saw this! Thank you 🙂
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