Ellie, my oldest, is my elven princess. She is a noticer, a wonderer, guided by a lively adventurous spirit. She has her father’s amazing sense of humor and the nurturing heart of a mother, making her the best big sister & a friend to all animals. She knows me. She can sense my moods, read my face, and calm my temper. This kid brings life.
Evy, my baby, is full of playful mischief. She never stops—always moving, always dancing, always singing, always exploring—until sleep merely transfers her curious energy into vibrant dreams. She keeps a life interesting and a mama on her feet. And it is simply wonderful. This kid brings joy.
Ivan, the professor, is my life’s companion. No one can lift my spirit and make me double over in ridiculous laughter as he has for thirteen years. He challenges me to think, to dream, to create. He believes in me more than I believe in myself. He is quirky and brilliant, and often people don’t get him, which makes him that much more special. Because I get him. He smokes an old-man pipe, plays chess, and cooks an amazing dinner; yep, he’s pretty cool. This man brings hope.
And then there’s me, the teacher mom. I’m a lover of books, nature, and dark roast coffee. London is my favorite place in the world (Ivan and I lived there as newlyweds), yet I’m a born and bred Texan transplanted in small-town Arkansas. I sing silly songs to my children and talk to myself when I write. I like to think that I bring heart.
Of course, the cast is much larger: our parents, who bequeathed a great faith and provide a constant support; brothers & sisters, who love us and our children; dear friends, who have been our confidants throughout it all. And finally, there is the great mystery—a God in whom we choose to believe even during the darkest seasons of doubt. This God of Abraham, of Isaac, of Christ … we believe this God brings love.