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I have long loved to write, and have a passion for books. I believe in young love, honest sex, and a healthy blush when talking about such things. :) Some where along the way I started to lose myself. Between being an Army wife, a mother, a surrogate mother, the war, the ups and downs, I wondered away from myself. I would not say I became content with it all, I just simply settled into this life where hubby takes care of me, and I take care of others. No can make anyone else happy, we are all responcible for our own emotions, our actions, and our lives. I have empty spots in myself that my current roles are not filling. This is not to say that my blessed life is not amazing, it is simply not enough, and that is my own fault. I have become a watcher and as a writer that is no real sin, but it is when I am the one watching my own life flash by not even caring enough to write about. So here I am, in love with my husband, homeschooling my amazing daughter, and dreaming of those loved ones out of reach like my surro babies. I love trying make others happy, now I need to learn how to do the same for myself.
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