So let’s see…we’ve covered some childhood memories and how Matt and I met. Now what should we talk about?
Matt and I married after our junior year in college. I got a degree in Elementary Education…Matt got a degree in Biblical Studies. I taught first grade for a couple of years before Asa was born (in York). Justus and Elias were both born in Colorado where we lived for about four years. Malachi was born after we moved back to York. Matt worked as a youth minister for 13 years before we made a difficult decision (about a year and a half ago) not to be in employed ministry anymore.
I stay at home, cook a lot, homeschool the boys, and have a website (I guess you knew that already?)…and Matt is working for himself doing construction as well as coaching soccer in season.
Yeah, I realize I skipped a few details in there. Sorry. Some things are a little difficult to write about….and I seriously don’t want to bore you with a million details of the past 35 years. Plus…my Christmas break is almost over and I’m planning to get back to normal blogging stuff. Because, you know, reading my menu plans is much more exciting than reading about what my nick-name was in high school. ;)
Some of you have requested to hear more about my Christian upbringing, specifically about my relationship with my mom. I’d be happy to share! Just give me some time to work on those posts after I unpack and recover from being away from home and on the road for many, many long hours. (Has anybody seen my hairbrush?)
Let’s see…let me think of a few more random facts about my life to finish up this little series for now….
- Matt and I took a trip to West Africa after we’d been married for about 10 months. It was enlightening and life changing. We got to know God in a whole new way.
- I was a Stampin’ Up! demonstrator when we lived in Colorado and I loved it.
- My favorite color has always been, and as far as I know, always will be pink. I love pink.
- I had never seen a soccer game until I went to York College.
- My high school nick-name (that I’m going to go ahead and sheepishly tell you and then I’m going to crawl under a table) was Farba. I don’t know why. Maybe you should ask my brother Kevin. Or, maybe you shouldn’t. Oh…and if you are one of the people who actually know me in person and see me on any kind of regular or irregular basis…you are NOT…I repeat NOT allowed to start calling me that. Understand? Okay.
- I know you’re still laughing about my nick-name. Stop it. :)
- We aren’t planning on having any more babies. I had some weird uterus issues after my last two pregnancies (that you probably don’t want to hear about on a blog). We made the decision at that point that we probably better not take any chances. And well…nothing gets a person’s mind off of a weird nick-name than the mention of a uterus. Am I right?
Thanks for taking the time to read my short little chapter book about my life and memories. Feel free to ask more questions and I will be happy to share more about my life than you ever wanted to know.
If any of you had a crazy nick-name you’d like to share to make me feel better…please feel free to embarass yourself along with me in the comments!