I crave adventure on a regular basis. My restless spirit used to think adventures only happened with a passport in hand, or an extra stash of toilet paper in my purse for those moments I was stuck in the wilderness (or foreign toilets) without.
Then I became a mom.
Brock, my boundlessly creative 7 year old, has taught me that adventures are all about perspective. So now, whether I am at an indoor soccer game, or in India visiting trafficked children, life is the adventure I choose to make of it.
This blog is simply a way for me to archive the adventures.