My story began thousands of miles away in Russia where I was snatched away in the middle of the night, thrown into a place I was unfamiliar, and then saved by a perfect American family.
Just kidding…sorta. Most of that is accurate… no family is perfect right?
Although they are not the perfect family, they are patient, kind, fun to be around, supportive, and loving.
I know as hard as I like to try and make my own little family perfect, we just are not quite there either.
I am an imperfect mom who makes tons of mistakes, can’t cook, hates to clean, and despises going to children’s parks. I forgive too often and give too many chances, often leading to my own heart break.
I am also loving in nature, a great listener, a great doctor according to my daughter, a good friend, and a faithful lover. I forgive as much as I can, talk Gods ear off, and always try to see the positive in every situation.
Yea, that poopy diaper my dog just ate only to have then licked my fiancee didn’t exactly make his day brighter, but brought joy to everyone else.
Laughing is my favorite sound, Hawaiian flowers are the best, and I can snuggle my kids till my arms fall off.
I am an imperfect mom for sure.
I leave the toilet seat up more than my fiancee, I leave messes when I’m too tired to clean and yes I blame my farts on my kids.
I love to wrestle like a monster, chasing my kids around the house, only to be attacked by our dogs who are trying to protect the kids.
I have been writing since I was 10 but never had the confidence to share till now.
Although I am God’s daughter first, a mom second, and a fiancee third, I am also a lover of all things living.
Except wasps. They should all be lit on fire.
This is me…
Alexandra Masha 