My husband, Tim, and I have been married for over 17 years. When I first met him he was in the seminary studying to be a Catholic priest. Needless to say, he never made it to the priesthood. He left the seminary and a few weeks later we started dating. We fell madly in love and within two years we were married. As with my faith, the more I learn about Tim, the more I love him.
God has blessed us abundantly and evidence of that is running all over our house. We have five children, who were born in the perfect pattern of girl, boy, girl, boy, girl. Of course, I am completely biased but they are absolutely adorable and incredibly smart. They are also loud, messy, and, at moments, totally exasperating but I am beginning to understand that that is only because they are normal, healthy children and God knows their mother needs an awful lot of pruning that will only come through a complete surrender of all control in my life. Someday I hope to achieve the surrender- the control I lost years ago (if I ever really had it to start with) but I still struggle to accept that most days.
Aside from the ordinary and unavoidable chaos that comes with having children, we lead a very simple life. Tim works as an operations analyst in the banking industry. I stay home with the children, home schooling them, caring for our home, and desperately trying to find time to indulge my love of writing in my “spare” time.