I am a bereaved parent but I am more than that.
I am a Christian, growing and learning slowly, realizing it is a life long journey. When I think I am finally truly trusting and leaning on God, He stretches me a bit further. As much as it is uncomfortable I want to be stretched. I want to become the person He intended me to be. Who that is I don't know quite yet. I probably will never know. But He knows. He is molding me. Continuously. And I know He is doing so through life. Through circumstances. And God is my helper, my rock in hard times. He hasn't spared me from the loss of a child, but He has helped me through it. Because of it I believe I am now stronger, more compassionate, more sensitive. I am a better person. But I can be better.. So the molding continues.
I am a proud wife, married to my best friend for 13 years. I am so glad I am sharing this journey of life with him. I could not imagine anyone better to do it with. His love and care carries me through when I need a shoulder to lean on.
I am a mother of three. Kaleb who is four years old, Kathleen in heaven who is two, and Kaden who is twelve weeks old. My boys are such a blessing and bring me so much joy in life. Their smiles and laughter brighten up my day. I am blessed indeed.
I am a scrapbooker. A photographer. A videographer. A perfectionist with its advantages and disadvantages. My husband calls me an artist, bless his heart.
I am not a writer. Don't expect anything profound in these blogs. It is just a heart poured out from a non-philosopher and from someone who's first language is not English but Danish.
Who am I? I am still figuring that out. Aren't you?