Aaah… the eternal question…who really knows the answer to this?? I’d like to think with all of my personal development and education pursuits throughout the years that I have a pretty good idea – but – in reality – it truly is a case of the more I find out – the less I know… someone famous said that. I don’t know who? (I’ll google it later…)
But for the purpose of introducing myself it’s worth trying to keep it simple. In my first post I discussed my family a little but I’ll introduce them a little more. (I’ll add photos at another time… I’m just trying to get into the groove of typing.)
I met my husband, Adrian (or “Ado” – pronounced “Ay-dough”) about a month before I turned 25 – which is about *counts on fingers* 14 years ago… next February we will celebrate our 10th wedding anniversary. No, not on Valentine’s Day – that’s too over done! And when I say “celebrate” I mean – we might remember to say “Happy Anniversary” to each other… we’re not the romantic type. Who has time for that anyways?
There’s a long story around our journey to have children and despite initially thinking we’d need medical intervention to have even one, we have been extremely blessed to have four very healthy children with minimal complications. I’m acutely aware of how miraculous that is. I do not for one second take that for granted. Not. One. Second.
My children all have very meaningful – although not “too different” – names. Maeve – who is 11 in November – is named after my favourite Irish author “Maeve Binchy”, Austin – turned 7 in April – is named after my husband’s paternal grandmother’s maiden name ( still with me?). Miss 5 – Rose, kind of chose her own name – she just looked like a Rose (I mean a person named Rose – not a thorny bush lol) and since we were married in a Rose Garden, and had a Rose ceremony it just seemed so appropriate. And Mr 2. I wanted a J name. For lots of reasons… one was that my cousin had a son named Joshua who was born sleeping two months before Maeve was born – around the time Jonah was due 9 years later. Also, I grew up with a family whose surname begins with J and their (cattle) property, the place I call “home” is also a J name. Their home and their arms are the safest place I had ever known as a child. I had taken my family there when I was pregnant with Mr 2 and they remain a “soft place to fall” for us and connecting the name of my last child to the letter that represents them seemed like a perfect choice. Also as a Teen I learnt that I had a grandfather or great grandfather who had the name Jonah and so I always hoped to have a child with that name. So naturally Jonah it is. (The middle names of each of our children have equally special meanings and connections, maybe I’ll discuss them someday – although it really give a lot away about them – so maybe not?)
Those are the other people who live in my home. There are also two dogs, (Labrador Xs) and a cat. The cat has been around longer than my husband… his name is Nemo and he turned 15 this year, he was adopted from a veterinary surgery. Bruce, was a giveaway (and we renamed him) and Marlin was gifted to me from my best friend in the family I mentioned earlier. I bet you see the theme in their names.
So that is my immediate family – two adults, four kids, two dogs and a cat… it’s a busy household. Just a brief intro. And yet I didn’t even really talk about me? Or did I? I think who you live with and the story of how they came to be there says a lot about a person. Don’t you think?
Until next time,
PS. It was
“The more I learn, the more I realize how much I don’t know.”