Happy May Day!
When I was growing up, my grandmother would arrange a basket of flowers and sneak it to our front door on the morning of the first day of May. How exciting it was to open the door to a beautiful surprise and not know where it came from or how it got there. This basket was circa 1988.
Speaking of growing up, I thought I'd share a little bit of my background today.
I grew up in Maryland with my mother, father, and younger sister. I had a good childhood. We lived on a street lined with family homes. My grandmother lived at the end of the street and I have fond memories of being able to walk to her house often.
We moved to Virginia when I was a teenager. It was then that I started taking my faith more seriously. I met my future husband when I was around 15 and turned him down when he asked me out. I had no idea what to do with this outspoken, outgoing, country boy. Certainly this was not my type. Several years later, I gave him another shot. He proposed just three months after we started dating.
After I graduated from college with an art degree, we got married and we now live in a small town in the country, in the house that Riley built himself. I got a job with a local jewelry designer and now have some of my own designs for sale in my Etsy shop. This past winter we decided to embark on a dream that Riley has had for some time. We bought a sailboat and are planning to leave for a few months this fall to sail down the east coast.
I have a feeling that my story is really just beginning…