I'm bummed I missed last week's Top Ten Tuesday topic and, honestly, if I hadn't come up with this week's prompt myself, I would probably be doing that one instead! When I thought up this one—Top Ten Book Titles That Describe Me/My Life—I just thought it would be something different that could help us all get to know each other a little better. I didn't realize how tough it would be. Sorry. Hopefully, I'm not the only one doing the topic this week. Ha ha.

As always, TTT is hosted by the lovely Jana over at That Artsy Reader Girl.

I was born and raised in a lovely little burgh in Washington State, making me a:

I went off to college in Utah, where:

Actually, I met the man who would become my husband when I walked into his apartment during our freshman year of college. It all started because his roommate, who was team teaching a church class with me, brought a plate of homemade cookies over to my apartment. He claimed he had made the delicious treats, even though it was clearly a regifting situation! Upon hearing what had happened, my soon-to-be husband—the person who had actually made the cookies—was affronted. To prove that guys could cook, he invited all of the girls in my apartment over for dinner. A few of us went. We were all impressed by the boys' efforts and we ended up becoming good friends with the guys in their apartment. Of course, two of us became a *little* bit more than friends...

My boyfriend and I were both members of The Church of Jesus Christ of Latter-day Saints. Young men and women in our church often serve full-time missions for the Church. At 19 (the minimum age for male missionaries at that time), he went to Chile, dedicating the next two years of his life to serving the Lord while I continued my studies. It was the early 1990s and since phone calls weren't allowed and email wasn't really a thing yet, we wrote letters back and forth. Lots of letters. 

Two years later, we stopped being

and became

Soon after that, life was all about:

We had four kids and they kept us very busy, especially in the early days when I had to:

to feed and cuddle my babies. I got pretty good at holding a bottle in one hand and a book in the other!

Now, those babies have grown up, and with them going off to college, serving in the Army, working adult jobs, and so forth, it feels like: