To know anything about me, you need to know a little back history first! I will try to keep it (sort of) short.
I grew up with my two sisters on a little farm, down a little dirt road, called Redbud Drive. We are very close in age (just a year and a half a part), and grew up spending way too much time together. We were also homeschooled, so to say we were close is an understatement.
That little farm, on that little dirt road, didn’t come attached to a lot of money. As in, we were basically broke, our whole lives. What we lacked in money, though, we made up for in everything else! Our parents did all they could to teach us the value of a hard earned dollar, the importance of honesty and follow-through, and the absolute necessity of following Jesus through every step of our lives.
That little farm held more adventures than I could ever tell you. From the many adventures on the back of a horse, the hundreds of times we looked under boards and barn tin for any living creature we could find (see: snakes), the attempts to raise every animal under the sun from baby mice or frog eggs to flying squirrels and opossums, the hard work of raking two acres of lawn by hand, to the hours of sledding down the giant hill behind our house in the snow. Life was never boring and life was never sad. Life was an adventure worth living.
We were always busy! Our parents taught me from a very young age how to work, and how to work hard. I was also taught to problem solve whatever I needed to. I was not taught to make something out of nothing, but rather, was taught how to make something amazing out of whatever we had on hand! If I didn’t know how to do something, I didn’t give up, but was taught to try until we figured it out.
That little farm, on that little dirt road, holds the best memories and the biggest life lessons that, I am sure, couldn’t have been taught to me anywhere else. Who I was raised to be on that little farm has made me into who I am today, and now I want to pass what I’ve learned to “wing-it” through, on to you! I can’t promise that what I post or write will be perfect, but I can promise that it will always be from my heart and that it will have a little piece of my history from Down Redbud Drive.