I am a stay-at-home stepmother of two gorgeous children. Seriously, they are beautiful, both inside and out.
I am a wife, a daughter, a friend. I am Southern, and thus, for better or for worse, I am a people-pleaser. I am a lover of college football. I never met a happy hour that I did not like. I love to own high heels, but I hate to wear them. I am the girl who feels insecure in a group of women, yet I’ll be the first one on the dance floor. I have no shame whatsoever.
I am a Mama’s girl; a lover of small moments and “happies”. I feel most at peace in the water.
I am nervous. I worry. Much to my Mama’s chagrin, I still pick at the skin on the sides of my nails. Sometimes I eat my feelings.
I am an organized, multi-tasker. I run my house, and I believe I run it well.
I send texts the length of novels. I don’t know how not to.
I am funny, but I always feel that I am not quite funny enough. I can be naive. Up until recently I actually thought that TED talks was a online talk show hosted by someone named Ted.
I am joyous. I am spiritual. I am giddy. I can be downright silly. I love to laugh. I love to cry. I am tenderhearted.
I am intelligent, yet lately feel like my only contributions to adult conversations are tales of the kiddos or a PSA of the latest sales at Costco.
I am still wondering who I want to be when I grow up.
I love my kids. I love my husband. I love my life. But I sometimes feel lonely. I have embarked upon this new journey, and I have yet to make any friends a long the way. So I am hoping that this blog sparks a conversation.
I am Southern splendid and beautifully blended.
I am the StepMama.