A Journey of Rediscovering Who I Am

 Who I Am in Spirit and Heart Dedicated to my family — with all my love: David, Shelli, Dallas, Dakota, David Scott, Joanna, and in loving memory of Micheal. You are my heart, my purpose, and my greatest blessing. Faith has always been my anchor. Through every season the quiet moments, the uncertain ones, and the joyful ones I trust that God’s hand is guiding me. His presence reminds me that I am never alone, that peace comes, through prayer, and that His plan unfolds exactly as it should. Each morning and night, I thank Him for His mercy, for protecting those I love, and for giving me the strength to keep going especially when the road feels long. My husband David is my steadfast partner and source of strength. Together we’ve weathered-challenges, rebuilt, and found a deeper love in the quiet rhythm of life as our children grow. My oldest daughter Shelli made me a mother before I even realized what that truly meant. Though she is not mine by blood, she has always been mine by h...

  This week marks a significant milestone—The Forge. It’s the final test, the ultimate challenge that transforms recruits into soldiers. What is The Forge? The Forge is a grueling 96-hour field training exercise at the end of Basic Combat Training. It pushes recruits to their physical, mental, and emotional limits. They face intense scenarios, including simulated combat situations, sleep and food deprivation, long marches, and teamwork-based missions. It’s designed to test everything they’ve learned—resilience, endurance, problem-solving, and most importantly, the ability to push forward despite exhaustion and hardship. Why It Matters This is the moment where they prove they have what it takes to wear the uniform with pride. Once completed, they earn their beret and the title of United States Army Soldier. It’s a defining moment—where they transition from civilians to warriors, joining the elite 1% of Americans who step up to defend our freedom. A Mother’s Pride As our son ...

January 18, 2025 Anticipation and Excitement: Waiting for tomorrow’s phone call feels like the night before Christmas—sitting by the tree, staring at the gifts, and eagerly waiting for time to move faster. The suspense is almost overwhelming, and I’m excited and hopeful. Hope and Prayers: I’m praying that we get the phone call and that his privileges weren’t taken away. It’s been a long, challenging week, but I’m holding onto hope that this week was better for him than his time in reception. I hope he’s feeling stronger, healthier, and more settled. Changes and Reflection: Life is definitely different now quieter and full of adjustments ; but it’s filled with love, growth, and the strength that comes from family.

The Day I Would Relive If I could relive any day, as painful as it may be, I would choose the day my triplets were born. It was a moment of profound love, overwhelming joy, and unimaginable sorrow—a day that forever changed me. It was the first and last day I held all three of my babies together, and though I cannot rewrite the outcome, I would return to that day to hold close the memory of our complete family, however brief that moment was. The triplets were a miracle, a blessing I had carried with hope and anticipation. Their arrival should have been a celebration of new life, a day filled only with happiness. Instead, it became a bittersweet intersection of life and death. Michael, David, and Joanna came into this world together, but Michael’s journey was far too short. That day was the last time I felt his heartbeat against mine, the only time I held him both in my womb and in my arms. I met him with a mother’s love and said goodbye before I had the chance to truly know him. I cann...

For My Son,  Off to Serve The day has come, the time is here, To watch you go, my heart sincere. With pride and love, I send you away, To chase your dreams, to seize your day. From little steps to standing tall, I’ve seen your courage through it all. The boy who once held my hand so tight, Now stands a soldier, ready to fight. Boots laced strong, your purpose clear, You face the world with faith, no fear. In every mile, in every test, Remember home, where love finds rest. The lessons taught, the stories shared, The laughs, the tears, the times we cared— They march with you, within your soul, A guiding light to keep you whole. Though silence now fills where laughter grew, Know every moment, I think of you. I pray for strength, I pray for peace, For honor to grow, and fears to cease. So take your stand, be brave, be true, The world will see the man I knew. And when you’re weary, far from home, Remember—you’ll never walk alone

 "The Heart of a Healer" She walks with purpose, steady and strong, A journey of courage where she belongs. With hands that comfort, a soul that cares, She gives her all, her love repairs. Once a dreamer, now chasing her goal, A healer in training, mind and soul. From textbooks and notes, she builds her way, Learning each moment, growing each day. The TEAS test looms like a mountain steep, Yet she climbs with faith, no fear to keep. Atomic bonds and elements bright, She conquers her doubts in the still of night. Her children have flown, their paths set free, But her heart remains rooted in love’s great tree. A quiet home, but a fire inside, A marriage renewed, a foundation of pride. The years may have tested her spirit and will, But resilience is hers, a gift she wields still. With every new challenge, she stands up tall, For wisdom and strength come after the fall. So here she rises, a woman of grace, With determination carved deep on her face. A chapter unfolding, her story...