Hello World

Here goes, I’m doing it, I’m posting to this blog. Wow, that sounded a lot more dramatic in my head than it looks here on the page. Oh well, this is me. I’m here for my own entertainment. If anyone ever reads this, I’m so glad you came to peek into my window and say hello. If nobody reads this, well, that is OK too because like I said this blog is all about me, for me. *Narcissist!* OK, yeah, maybe a little. This blog is so that I have a place to put all of those thoughts I have bouncing around in my head. Good things, fascinating things, random questions – hopefully their answers too as I find them, and whatever else I want to talk about. I’m going to treat this site as sort of a journal, but before I get much further I want to explain why I chose to call this blog “Window into the reverie of me.”
The word reverie sounds so wonderful and luscious, it is like a chocolate covered strawberry sitting atop a pile of whipped cream. But what does it mean? Let’s define the word reverie for those who are unsure of its meaning. As defined by dictionary.com:
rev•er•ie   –noun
1. a state of dreamy meditation or fanciful musing: lost in reverie.

2. a daydream.

3. a fantastic, visionary, or impractical idea: reveries that will never come to fruition.

4. Music. an instrumental composition of a vague and dreamy character.

Ah, reverie! Pretty much each of those definitions fit what I feel this blog is about and what there is going on inside of my head. OK, now that we took care of educating ourselves on the meaning of one of my favorite words we can move on to more pressing matters.

Let’s talk about me. I am a stay at home mother. I have two beautiful children and hope someday to have more. I love my full time motherhood. I really could not come up with a more perfect job for myself, well, unless it was doing what I do every day and getting paid for it. But, this job really is THE most perfect job because I happily do it without any monetary recompense. There are days when it is hard and I want to rip all of my hair out, but I also have days full of light, peace, and joy. Those days and even small moment are what keep me going and what help me to know that I have a Heavenly Father who loves me and has some amazing things in store for all of us.

I love my kids more than I ever imagined I could love anyone. Because I have had my eyes opened to a new found deeper love by being a mother, I have also been able to feel greater love toward my fellow man. I have noticed an exceptionally greater love toward one man in particular…my husband. I never cease to feel wonder and amazement at the man I have married. He is my best friend, my lover, my support, my therapist, a source of strength, my biggest fan, and one of the most amazing people I know.

I grew up in a house where we moved a LOT. I don’t even know exactly how many times we moved before I graduated high school but it was a lot. No, I’m not a military brat, we just moved from house to house and town to town for a while. Each time there was a slightly different reason, but each time it was what needed to happen and we learned and grew from it. There was a time in my life when I was really bitter about all of the moves and the way that it had deformed my childhood. Looking back though, my childhood was not deformed. Was it hard? Absolutely, picking up and going to a new neighborhood and starting all over was very difficult. Did I grow up a little faster than I should have because of it? Maybe, but without the rich and varied experiences I had I would not have the strength of character, depth of feelings, and ability to adapt that I have now. Those times that we had to move and change schools and start over were enriching. I was able to meet and be touched by so many different people who blessed my life. I grew in ways unimaginable. Besides now that I am an adult and we have moved three times during the five years we have been married the skills I learned as a child have come in quite handy.

I like to think that I am musically inclined, but sometimes I wonder if I could ever do something with it. I love to craft and create beautiful things. I have a thirst for life, a love and appreciation for different cultures and people. And I aspire to have my children grow up knowing the love of their parents and Savior for them, be well-adjusted people and live a life full of joy and peace.

Thanks for peeking into my window, maybe someday you’ll come back by.

Queen B