As for who I am: My name is Susie.
I was raised a cradle Catholic in a loving family. I love my family and my faith. Both are rocks and unwavering for me. I am a complete Daddy's girl to this day and owe so much respect to my Mom for everything she sacrificed throughout my childhood. Both of my parents are pretty amazing. I am the oldest of 3 and am the only girl. My brothers are so different and I love the unique relationship I have with each.
I lived a normal middle class life. I attended Catholic school for 12 years, then moved onto a Community College and finally got my bachelor's degree in Elementary Education from a State University. I stunk as a student until I hit college, then I pulled my act together and graduated Summa Cum Laude. That was pretty cool. Throughout most of my childhood and up through college, my passion was figure skating. I went on to coach for about 5 years, but that has been put on hold due to the kids and schedules/priorities. At age 18, Jim and I started dating.
I have known him since 1st grade, but he wasn't on my radar until after High School graduation. Go figure. Jim is a cradle Catholic too, but his family is a bit more old school and traditional. He is one of 6 children (3 boys, 3 girls) and open my eyes to being open to life and as a couple, we fell in love with the traditional Latin Mass.
After dating just shy of 5 years, we were married during a Latin Mass Wedding.
It was painfully long and absolutely beautiful. Life began from there. We honeymooned in Florida and came home, at which point our first baby jumped aboard .. just 2 weeks after our wedding. We were newly 23 years old and very newly married. It was a blessing, though a tad scary. Little did we know, that's how our life would go (scary blessings). God is in control and that takes you out of your comfort zone, but is super rewarding. Our first son was born in March of 2007. His brother joined us in November of 2008 (20 month gap). Their first little sister would arrive 19 months later in July of 2010. In August of 2011 we found out we were expecting #4. At almost 7 weeks pregnant, we lost the baby. We named him Roch, as St. Roch's was the parish we were married at, and the miscarriage started on the feast of St. Roch. It was sad, but a blessing in disguise. It was going to be a 21 month gap, but God had other plans and 8 months after our miscarriage, miss Emily started her journey to join our family. Two and a half years after we had our first daughter, God blessed us with a sister for her.
Now we are making our way as parents of four children ages 6 and under and this is my journey. Our life isn't ordinary and we are forging our own path. It's a crazy, frustrating, beautiful, fulfilling, hair pulling, voice raising journey and I've decided to share it with you. Enjoy.