It’s a word that holds something different for everyone. Ask my five year old and he’d say he has a passion for watermelon and bugs. Ask my husband and he’d say the gym. Ask me and it’d depend on the day.
Of course, I don’t literally mean my passions change everyday. I do mean my passions have seasons. Some seasons are longer than others. Some have stuck around since I was little. Some have taken a back seat to life. Some have faded quickly and some are just beginning.
I intend this space to be a bit of a diary, focusing on our journey as foster parents, love and simply my life.
Thanks for coming on this journey and watching these passions unfold.