There are little moments in life, that even though they may be small, will simply take your breath away. Those little things that in the grand scheme of things get overlooked. Those moments that your child simply smiles when looking at you,the moment your new personal recipe comes out delicious, the moments you simply spend just sitting watching television with a significant other, the moment you find a great antique piece at a thrift store, worth more then that $1 price tag. Those little moments are what I strive to have during my days, not the grand moments. I dream of the little moments that take my breath away, day after day.
I found out I was pregnant in early January. While it was a surprise, it is the best miracle me and Michael have ever received! We have both been dreaming of becoming parents for years, even though we thought we would wait longer, we finally met our beautiful daughter on September 15th at 3:47pm and our life’s became fulfilling, full of baby smiles, even more love and bigger future possibilities. Finding out I was pregnant has made our obvious love of each other, even more strong. Michael is my soulmate, and vice versa. While we already know we will be married one day, the big life event of having a child is enough for us as of right know, we know we are in love, and will be together till death do us part, we are willing to wait for the paper and celebration to prove it.
Storytelling has been a huge part of my life since I was a young child, I began with difficulties with reading and writing, but I still loved to tell stories (which is why I call myself a storyteller not just a writer) when I was in my early teens I began to write poetry to help overcome my depression and anxieties. I have been lucky enough to have a few articles published and a couple of poems, but my biggest dream is to finally have one of my books published, and to have a short story/article published in a Chicken Soup For The Soul anthology.
Ever since I was a little girl I have been in the kitchen making new food. One of the first memories I can remember is of me being in the kitchen with my mother and making my very first recipe, it was for a dill and cream cheese spread and even though no body other then me and my mother had a taste of it I had a large sense of pride for making my own food. This pride in food and creating new dishes has followed me through the years, up until a few years ago when food became a large issue in my life, I lost my creativity and my drive in the kitchen. With my recent lifestyle change of moving in with the love of my life, Michael, and being the main cook in the house, this creativity has returned!