Recently, on one of our weekly date nights, dh and I saw National Treasure 2.  It got me thinking about my life and how history will remember me (as if my life is that significant!! giggle!!). 

     When people learn that we have 10 children their first exclamation of wonder is usually a breathless "HOW do you do it all?!?!"  I assume they are wondering how we manage "everything" and try to explain that we DON'T do it all.  In today's society where children must own the newest, latest, most expensive _______ (you fill in the many blanks) and be chauffeured to this class and that lesson--well, yes it is a bit boggling to their minds. 

     On our anniversary trip last August, we met a nice older couple on our Rogue River Mail Boat trip.  When the wife learned about our large family she told us that she wished she could be a fly on our wall.  My first thought, of course, was that that probably wouldn't be a good idea since we'd probably swat her dead.    But I knew what she meant.  Our house is pretty crazy most of the time.  I'm one of those touchy, feely moms who loves hanging out with her kids more than scrubbing toilets.  School is life more than lessons.  My children remaining at home are between the ages of 24 and almost 4.  Such variety!!  I love it.  

     If history does remember me, I want it to be for the love I gave to my family and the life that I joyously surrendered to care for those who mean the most to me.  I hope that all who know me know that I am who I want to be, where I want to be.  There is nothing else I love more than being who God has made me.