HI, I'M CHANI
Don’t let the picture fool you. Yes, that’s really me, but I’m far too practical to wear a white dress to a red-sand park on a regular day! That’s nuts!
I’m a baseball-hat-and-jeans-boy-mom, which means I know all about the Marvel, DC, Star Wars, Teenage Mutant Ninja Turtles, and Transformers Universes. I know the secrets to getting red dirt and grass stains out of white baseball pants (and white dresses). I don’t flinch at the sight of blood, but if my boys bring a reptile inside, I’ll be standing on the countertop speaking an octave higher until I know it’s gone for good.
I know almost every song from 50’s and 60’s but can’t carry a tune. At all.
For a kid who grew up eating everything plain—no mixies, no touchies . . . I am a foodie now! Making up for lost time, I guess.
(If you let me belt out "Great Balls of Fire" and offer me one of your peanut M&Ms, we'll be friends for life!)
BUT MOST IMPORTANT, I'M ALL ABOUT MIRACLES!
You know, the kind where you rummage desperately through your purse for a whole wad of tissues? THAT'S MY LIFE. I didn't plan it that way.
From a horrendous auto-pedestrian accident at age 16 to the emotional roller coaster of foster care, adoption, and mental health, my husband, Keith, and I have seen it all. Our lives turned upside down, launched us forward to unforgettable peaks, stalled, then circled around again. Its unpredictable swoops left us wondering how it would all end. And then...
GOD STEPPED IN. EVERY TIME.