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Hi I'm Carol

I'm a wife. I'm a mom to four kids six and younger. I'm a biker, runner, outdoor enthusiast, and I'm a Mormon.

About Me

I was born and raised in Tennessee, the sixth of ten children. I went to college at BYU-Idaho, and found that Idaho had lots of spuds and studs. I married one of the studs, a native Idahoan, and followed him to Ohio where I supported him through dental school by working as a nanny and keeping our expenses as low as possible. Now we have four children, six years and younger, and he is working to pay off the student loans before they get to college! If our house ever caught fire the first thing I would grab ( besides the children of course!) would be my Chariot stroller. Oh, if I only had a record of all the miles the kids and I have logged biking/jogging/rollerblading with that stroller on our little adventures!

Why I am a Mormon

I know that the only way to have real peace, purpose, and direction in life is to keep the commandments of God and follow the example of the Savior Jesus Christ. That's why I am a Mormon. It's because I want that peace and purpose in my life and I find it by living according to the principles and doctrines found in Christ's restored church. I find that as I draw near to the Savior through prayer, scripture study, and service to others, He draws near to me. His atonement enables me to do things I wouldn't be able to do on my own - like keep my patience in the grocery store when one kid is crying, another is screaming, and customers are looking at me with this there-goes-the-crazy-lady expression. It enables me to see the sweet tender moments throughout my day and gratefully acknowledge the hand of the Lord in my life.

How I live my faith

As the sixth of ten children, it probably is not surprising that growing up I had a complex about not being "just another Ashby". The problem was, in my teenage mind, I wasn't even a good enough Ashby. My five older siblings had left a brainy impression of what an Ashby should be and do - all had astronomical ACT scores, all were valedictorians, and all got full-ride scholarships. Our public high school had an awards day ceremony tradition where all those who would receive an award were given a letter the day before, telling them to dress in Sunday best and sit on the floor of the gymnasium during the awards ceremony. Since I was an Ashby, it was not surprising that I received such a letter. Surely not just one award, but several would be mine. Imagine my humiliation and horror as the awards ceremony ended without my name being called a single time. Well, not my first name at least. My younger brother had received multiple awards for his outstanding performance as a freshman. I don't remember the details of how I got my bleary-eyed self home, but I remember spending a very long time up in my tree house in the backyard, crying my eyes out about the injustice of it all and the sorry excuse I was for an Ashby. It wasn't until I had cried for some time that a very kind mother climbed the stairs of that tree house to tell me that she wouldn't have cared if I had received all the awards that day. She loved me, not because I was an Ashby, but because I was CAROL Ashby. The words my mother spoke that day in that tree house have always been close to my heart, because I know they are exactly the words Heavenly Father would have said if He had been there. So now I live my faith by trusting in God. Trusting that He loves me not because I am a child, but because I am HIS child. As long as I am living right in His eyes, nothing else really matters.