Pastor’s Wife
I am first a wife. A pastor’s wife to be sure. Five years ago when I married my dark, handsome Italian husband, he was supposed to be a doctor. Then a journalist. Then there was a few months in between that he floundered with a major in Religion. And before I knew it—just four months into our marriage—he announced that God wanted him to become a pastor.
And I fell out of my chair.
And when I got up again, I cried. And fought. And kicked. Does this mean I’d have to go to church every weekend? Sometimes more? Never, never, in all my years had I ever thought I’d be a pastor’s wife.
But even as I fussed, it became really obvious that pastoring was the right thing for dear Brandon. He is everything I’m not—generous, serving, loving. All wonderful traits for a pastor. So I may struggle with my new role because I am stubborn, rebellious and quarrelsome at heart, but I know it’s good and perfect and fitting.
Mama
On November 7, 2010, a little girl plopped into my lap and changed my life forever. Teadora Celeste is joy. Real joy. I get lost in her chubby thigh rolls and butter-ball dimples. She adds humor to my life while showing me the importance of sacrifice and grace. My intention was not to let this become a “mommy-blog,” but she has naturally become the theme for many of my posts.
Oh, and we call her Tea. Which is pronounced “Tay-uh.” We did not name our daughter after a beverage.
Librarian
A couple years into my marriage, I was depressed and unfocused. I knew there was something else, some other purpose for my life, but I couldn’t find it. I began praying, praying, praying. Trying to figure out what I wanted to do with my life. And then WHAM! Library and Information Sciences hit me like a brick. I spent three difficult years, filling my mind with all things library, on a road to getting my Masters. Doors flew open. Opportunities flooded. Information abounded. And suddenly I am in love and in passion with this new purpose.
I got my first job as a librarian in December 2009. I’m figuring things out slowly and surely, but I know one thing for certain: this is what I’m supposed to be doing.
Creativist
I think I made that word up. But it pretty much sums up the things I love: the written word, artistic expression, creative thought. After years of focus on the dry and tedious, I am now in pursuit of the lovely and dynamic. I am certain that we are given a gift of ingenuity—the ability to create. Without some form of creativity, we aren’t living our full potential.
Which leads me to this blog. I started writing as an outlet. Something that would get my mind away from school, away from work. I needed to do something I loved to do. And this is it. I write for you. But mostly I write for myself. Because it makes me happy. Peaceful. Productive.
But I’m also getting into photography. I have a brand new camera I don’t know how to work, and I’m ready to learn how to express myself digitally. The photos on this blog are my work toward educating myself on capturing the moment.
But who are you?
I grew up in a ski resort in California. I don’t care to ski, but I pine for the snow. And the pines. I spent my early life as a restless, troubled extrovert only to realize many exhausting years later that I am really a introverted homebody. I went to college at Azusa Pacific University in Los Angeles, California, where I studied unwaveringly to become a journalist. I met my heartthrob husband on a brief summer stint in Hawaii and committed to a long distance relationship for the next year and a half. I graduated, got married, and moved away to Hawaii all within two weeks, and I’ve been here ever since. Journalism never got off the ground, but I quickly found my feet in Special Education. I now work at the University, serving as the librarian for the Department of Special Education.
But what do you like?
Well, I really like bags big enough to carry books. And I am in love with my new KitchenAid mixer and the delicious sweets she gives me. I love a good movie, but rarely watch one twice. I like kitchen utensils, but stink at cooking. I love music, but I rarely practice. I love to hike, but I’m too busy to go most of the time. I love looking at whales, but I never get past my knees in the ocean. I love to organize, but my cupboards are out of control. I suffer from chronic melodramatic fits and obsessive compulsive disorder, but my husband loves me anyway.
And I guess that’s it.
What if I want more?
I’d love to answer your questions. E-mail me, and I may even write an entire post just for you.
You can reach me at carrie@sunbookclub.com.
