Where it all began….

Chapter 1

In the begining God created the heavens and the earth.

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Genesisi 1:1

Hey God it’s me, Lori
Just wanted to say thanks so much for the life you have given to me.

My name is Lori and I was born on a winter afternoon in the 1970’s  into a family with two older brothers and one older sister.  I had an awesome childhood.  My parents never had lots of money so they bought used toys often.  My mom made the majority of our clothes for us.  My mom stayed at home until I was 3 years old and then she worked evening’s part-time, when Dad got home from work.  I rarely ever came home to an empty house.  My mom was not standing at the doorway with cookies waiting for us either.  However, she was always there which built my strong sense of security.  My Dad was my best friend from a young age.  I am still Daddy’s little girl (always will be).  He taught me to be giving and compassionate, as did my mom, they were always and still are a united front.  They have been happily married for over 40 years just to each other.

I had a completely normal childhood.  I had friends and fights with siblings.  I made good grades and a few not so good.  I played sports but did not excel, I was right smack dab in the middle. Which is why I probably always wanted to be original because I was just normal.  But I did not have to go through psychoanalysis because I was normal it was fine.

I remember from a very young age wanting to have children.  People would ask “What do you want to be when you grow up”?  All I knew is that I wanted to be a MOM!  I guess I just wanted the life that I had because it was good.  I had a friend that lived down the street from me, a little boy, I dearly loved him.  His mom told me not too long ago that she remembered a particular instance on her back porch when we were playing together.  I was sitting on the back porch with about 5 baby dolls and as her son, my friend would walk up I would say “Honey, I am so happy your home!  I just had another baby, then I would proceed to pull another baby out from between my legs and say “Here’s another one.”  I remember that I was about 4 years old.  YEP that’s where it all began….

 

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