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Note: If you're looking for Letters to Ames, you've come to the right place.
We've changed things up a bit over the years.
I started blogging as a semi-angsty teenager, nearly ten years ago. I wrote of Friday night football games as bubbly captain of the cheerleading squad, and of Saturday night hardcore shows as bubbly straight edge kid with an affinity for underground culture. Several years later, I blogged about my travels as a missionary to faraway places, and about falling in love with a handsome musician and his two little boys. A few years after that, I blogged my way through a year-long engagement to that dreamboat of a man who is now my husband. Mere months after our wedding, I started Letters to Ames as a way to remember the sweet moments of my first pregnancy with the boy who would eventually become the center of our family - literally.
Although I like to think I have a decent sense of style, I'm not very artistic. My idea of crafting is successfully threading an IV start on the first try. I gave birth to my son at home, on a stool. I gave birth to my twins at the hospital, on an operating table. We buy only organic & natural groceries for home, but occasionally frequent fast-food joints for milkshakes (or in my case, a Big Mac). We love Jesus and gay people - at the same time. I'm a registered nurse and I decline the flu vaccine. We are the definition of moderation.
I've stuck around this blog long enough for it to become much more than monthly love notes to my son. Now, it is a place for me to document our life as a big, blended family. It is a place for me to celebrate aspects of natural & frugal living. It is a place for me to make the odd reasonable, the expensive attainable.
I want to empower. I want to be relatable. I want to be a resource, a place from which people can draw encouragement. It's why I chose my profession. It's why I tend to over-share. It's why I rarely say no. I want people to pour me out, because that is when I am most filled up.
