a season not wasted
I'm starting to feel like I'm the only parent that cannot accept the season I'm in the midst of. My girls are all at very different...
JESS GRAY ROBERTS
My name's Jess. It's actually Jessica, but I always think it sounds funny when people say it and make it a three syllable name: Jess-i-ca, like it's a lot of work for them so I just prefer Jess. I've always been told I talk a lot, sometimes too much, and it's true. I have a messy story, like most of us probably do. I love big emotions and all the words that go into and out of those emotions and I like to write them down. I'm generally very unsure of myself, which is why I like the delete button and why it's taken me about fifty-five times to write the About Me. I've had two husbands. I have three daughters from three different daddies. And the life that I've been given inside and around those last two sentences are what I hope to sort out in this space. I love my family more than I thought was possible. I love to run and one day I hope to be good at it. I'm a teacher, a nurse, and a friend, but not always in that order. I'm usually forgetting someone's birthday, and constantly reminded of my need for Jesus.