Being the mother of our family is the most amazing blessing. Our family is nearly indescribable, but I’ll give it a try. My husband, Steven, is the best person I’ve ever known. The Lord has given us seven children in the span of 11 years, and I mean it when I say, I couldn’t have planned out a better life if I tried.

We are a made up of Alabama football Saturdays, board games around the little table in our living room, homemade obstacle courses that our boys love, and naps in the middle of the day with our girls. When we eat, it’s always at the kitchen table as a family, and we always give thanks to Jesus first.

We love family movie nights where all the kids pull their mattresses and blankets into the living room to watch the show. We get excited when there’s a good chance for rain, because it means we can all sit on the front porch and listen for thunder. Our favorite thing about the winter is that we get to have fires in our wood heater.

We absolutely love the Lord Jesus, and we sincerely try to train our children up in his ways.

Every morning begins with me milking the cow while the boys wash the dishes and the girls let the chickens out of the coop. Once a few more chores are done, we eat breakfast around the table and then get started with school. The rest of the day is filled with whatever we want it to be. The kids usually set out to playing all around the farm, running through the pastures and woods alongside all the animals.

They love to hang from muscadine vines until they get a handful of fruit to fall to the ground, so they can eat them. Every time blackberries are in season, they ask for bowls to gather them up so that I will make them a cobbler; the bowl never makes it back full, though, and the kids always return with purple stained lips and teeth.

It’s during this time of day that I’ll be making butter or starting yogurt or whipping up a dessert of some sort. If Steven isn’t working, he’ll be on the tractor working the land, or on fences, or on some other project for the farm.

It won’t be long before it’s time to start dinner, and everyone will be coming in, in need of a hot shower and a good meal. For Steven and I, the day comes to an end in our loveseat recliners, reading a couple of chapters out of the Bible.

Sometimes the kids listen in, and sometimes they are a few feet away playing a board game or constructing something out of Legos. A few more evening chores get done after the sun has gone down, and then we call it a night.

And Lord willing, we get to do it all over again tomorrow.