how abundantly bendered.

You know, ten years ago (and more) I had some serious writing aspirations. I poured my heart into journals inspired by the Diary of Anne Frank as a kid, knowing that one day my brilliant 12 year old thoughts would be found and adored by another generation.

Still waiting on that.

And then I had what seems like a truckload of kids and maybe my brain's turned to mush.

In any case, this is the story of my unexpected and wonderful family.

 My glamorous,

 silly,

 sometimes emotional,

 usually sweet

and absolutely precious family.