Hi, I'm Katie.
Thank you for joining me here, and allowing me to share a bit about myself. I introduce the four distinct loves in my life that define the woman I am today.
My first love is for the community of small-town Montana living in which I was raised. Growing up here forged both hardship and joy in abundance. My parents had the nerve to make me pedal my bike, with a passel of other neighborhood kids, the three miles to our one-room schoolhouse. The community helped raise me and taught me lessons of hard work and gratitude. Many of my childhood neighbors still inhabit my heart today. I now have the nerve to make my own kids pedal to school, down the quiet streets of the town where we reside. There is nothing that can replace such raising for the growth of a child.
Instilled in me, from a young age, is a deep love for the exploration of nature and adventure. I fulfill my cravings for this connection through many experiences hiking, rafting, floating, fishing, and riding horseback in the beautiful places that surround me. My spirit has been moved by white-water trips down many rivers, including the Grand Canyon. I have been favored with many an afternoon savoring the Montana mountains through which I trek, my spirit elevated by the ripples of energy that breathe off of the emerald lakes nestled in their arms.
These two loves offset a third that might not be as magical – my devotion to symmetry, simplicity, and order, not always a blessing, but nonetheless important to me. Sometimes my friends and family cringe at this ideal, such as when I am arranging toppings on homemade pizza in an obsessive way. Another challenge to my affinity for order - preparing nachos. There are few things that delight me as much as one fell swoop over my kitchen counters, replacing the clutter with bare brilliance. In turn, I find satisfaction in making my bed crisp and tidy while my husband shakes his head. I do this right before I climb into it. Wasted effort? I think not.
The most tenacious love I have is for my family and friends. After losing my mother as a teenager, I was determined to be a stable and loving force for my two brothers - a trait I labored to perfect and one which carried forward into my marriage and my own journey into motherhood. I treasure my husband, and am grateful for his companionship. I had long admired this long-legged bareback rider, with his chiseled jawline and dusty cowboy hat. We were introduced when I was 23 and were wed two years later. I cherish the two boys we ushered into our lives and can not believe the ways they fill my heart. I am also surrounded by the love and support of a sisterhood of friends I hold especially dear.
Should you be out in Montana and hear my chipmunk giggle, tip your hat and say hi!