Confession: I don’t have much to post on this page, because most of what I say about myself is probably propaganda and you should think before you swallow. I am not wise enough to see myself accurately.
My name is Shari Zook. This is how I look on my good days.
I love Jesus. A lot. He’s the reason I’m smiling on this picture; also I was enjoying the wind and romance at Presque Isle so it was definitely a good day.
I’ve been married for fourteen years to a handsome and compelling man named Ryan. Here on my blog he goes by The Boss (or Not the Boss, depending on the month). He is a pastor, computer tech, and fire fighter, choices which rope his wife into a great many stretching, fulfilling, and uncomfortable situations.
We live just outside of a nondescript town in northwestern Pennsylvania, in a large half-renovated farmhouse on a few acres of woods and lawn.
We have given birth to four beloved, infuriating children–
Aarick, age 12, who loves responsibility, writing, and a good challenge
Regan, age 10, who loves friendships, creativity, and pushing my buttons
Kelly, age 7, who loves drama, crocheting, and wild gymnastics
And Jenny, age two, who loves me.
We are also foster parents, and for the past four years have been licensed to love a series of children we did not give birth to, subject to changing needs and numbers at any time. At the moment we are caring for two. Out of respect to these children and their birth parents, I do not post identifiable pictures or details of them online. But they are beautiful too.
Enough introduction; the rest you will find out as you go. Read on.