All about me: The Letter H


This post is brought to you by the letter H ... here's a little peek at me and what makes me ... umm, me. This weekly series is "All About Me: from A to Z." Check out my inaugural post if you want to know more about why I'm doing this!

Home: I love my home. One of my biggest dreams in life was to have my very own home. For years and years I dreamed of having place of my very own that I could paint as I wanted and decorate with my personal flair.

When Shelby was born I felt a renewed urge to settle into a real house, all my own. In Tucson, I have found my perfect slice of heaven in our house. It’s big (probably bigger than we need). It’s new, which means no plumbing problems. And it has a red wall, just like I’ve always wanted. No matter where I go in the world, I always long to be home and feel this huge sense of relief every time I walk through the doors of my home.

Hands: I look like my dad or at least my dad’s family. I hear that all the time, “You look like a DeMucha.” If you saw me with my Aunt Paulette, you’d think I was her daughter. I definitely favor the DeMucha side of my family. But if you look at my hands, you’ll see my mother. I didn’t notice this until a few years ago, and maybe it’s only because as I get older my hands are aging, maturing and turning into my mother’s hands. My mother’s hand where the ones that held me as a child, wiped my tears, fixed my scrapes … and now my hands are doing the very same thing for my children.
Hugs: I like to give hugs. I especially like to give hugs to my kids. I think I hug Shelby and Cooper about a million times a day. I’m sure they tire of it or will sometime soon. But I’m a toucher. I like to hug, touch, connect ….