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Hi I'm Amy

I'm tall, I love orange, baking chocolate chip cookies and zumba. I'm a mom and I'm a Mormon.

About Me

I'm a dreamer, constantly thinking of new ways to do old things. I have 4 silly, crazy, adorable little kiddos that make me laugh every day and a terrific husband who loves me in spite of my many quirks. I love to dance along with the radio. I design and paint t shirts. I am energized by making people laugh and love to be the center of attention. I love to plan and host themed parties. I'm a bit of a cookie monster and attempt to make up for it with green smoothies. I'm a big sister to 5 of the greatest siblings in the world. I draw inspiration and strength from my family and feel so blessed to have added wonderful in laws to my sphere of support and love. I cry when my heart is touched and laugh at the little things. I'm terrified of scorpions and miss the beach. My favorite books are Elephant and Piggie. I love to play in the rain. Someday I will get my golden ticket, but for now I will savor the chocolate that is uniquely mine.

Why I am a Mormon

I remember the first time that I prayed for an answer from God believing that He would answer me. I was 5 and I just said, "Heavenly Father, am I a child of God? in the name of Jesus Christ Amen. Then I ran off to get ready for church. I knew he would answer me, he had to right? In all the patience of a 5 year old I got frustrated and sad as the moments passed on and I felt and heard nothing. I actually felt worse because I expected hear God and I hadn't. I was throwing a bit of an internal tantrum. As my family prepared to leave for church I got very anxious. We kneeled for family prayer and I was angry. I went through the motions, but did not fully participate. I was hurt and confused. As I went to leave the house I reached up for the door handle and looking up I saw a picture of Jesus that my mom had hung by the door. It felt like a shock wave rippling down my arm from the door handle and straight to my heart. I KNEW that I was a child of God. I did not hear a voice, I felt a warm comfort in my heart and I knew He answered my prayer. As opportunities have continued to come up up in my life for praying and receiving answers I have been strengthened and comforted by the knowledge that I am His child and He will help me to come home.

How I live my faith

I am a mom. My divine responsibility is to nurture and care for my children. We read and pray together. We laugh and act out scripture stories. Each week we gather as a family to talk about gospel principles, sing songs and eat treats. I attend church meetings on Sundays and lead the music during part of our meetings. I have the opportunity to regularly visit with other women to discover ways in which I can help them find joy on earth while meeting the challenges of daily life working and serving each other helps us to grow stronger.