My husband and I will be married 15 years this coming August 2010. They say the first year of marriage is the hardest, for us it was not. The hard years happened later. The make or break years broke us, and then made us. We discovered that we really do love each other enough to do the hard things. The reason that we have survived is none other than God's mercy and grace.

I am a mother of three. They are all boys and their mission is two-fold, eat me out of house and home and shoot my eye out with a Nerf dart gun. I yell too much and somehow they love me anyway.

If it were not for coffee, I would not be awake.

We are a home school family. I know. I had the same reaction.

Running is my solace. It is the only time that I am truly alone.

I talk to my mother and/or my sister everyday.

I had a major crisis of believe and I am slowly working my way back. I was mad at God for a long time. You should know in advance that I do not always reflect God's love, and I am not perfect. But I know that Jesus loves me.

I am the only one in the house who can find the toilet paper.

I hate balloons.