How can I describe myself? There are so many different ways to speak about who I am, what I love. I fear that if I took the time to go in depth--to really give you a glimpse to who I am--that I would never finish. It's because life is a book. There are new words, sentences, paragraphs...new chapters that come at each breath. Except that this book shall never end...for I believe that as a Christian, I'll go to live with my Savior after my death. And my life will keep turning the pages, going on and on, never ending. Some pages will be stained, some bent, some crumpled, some scribbled on. There will be messiness and neatness. Tears will stain some pages, and the smell of lavender will scent another. But the book will keep being written. Always.