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danielle foltz

My life turned out just like I'd always dreamed. An exact replica of my girlhood diary. Met & married Prince Charming - check. Two tow headed kiddos - check. Saving the world one African child at a time - check. It was perfect from the tip of Jonathan's 6'1" scalp...to Toby's exotic... Full Bio
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My life turned out just like I'd always dreamed. An exact replica of my girlhood diary. Met & married Prince Charming - check. Two tow headed kiddos - check. Saving the world one African child at a time - check. It was perfect from the tip of Jonathan's 6'1" scalp...to Toby's exotic dirt encrusted toes (the boy has always refused to wear shoes!)...all the way down to Bristel's irresistibly dimpled cheeky face. I was filled up with contentedness. Content to love my husband. Content to snuggle my two kiddos. Content to bronze my life away in the African sun. *sigh* But...as life often does...it began to careen outside of the pages of my dreamer's diary into a reality that I still have trouble grasping. Since the seizure monster invaded our home...with our littlest's Infantile Spasms diagnosis...my faith has been stretched in ways that would impress even the amazing Plastic-Man. There have been times (recently even) that I have thought it was more than one little family could handle. But I am convinced that life doesn't just happen in a vacuum. It's just the details that are blurry....for now. In the meantime we're making a go of living life blended with the three basic essentials - faith - hope - love. And I'm blogging our journey with the goal of providing support, information & encouragement to other families whose lives have careened off their dream course...