That's What We Want, To Be Traditional And Honor Our Parents

I know a lot of people won't relate. I grew up with two Moms, and a Dad. My parents had a 'plural' relationship. We were nine kids. Think of all that cooking and laundry. Kitchen time was the best, two Moms four sisters and me. Men were not allowed. I learned how to cook, do laundry, mend clothes, housework, grocery shopping, menus. By the time I was fourteen I could run a house. Marriage didn't scare me, I was ready to make babies and become a school teacher.

In college, I went in Ogden, I met a girl who grew up in a plural home. We stuck together, dated together, and met our husband together. He knew we came together. We have our growing family, we have four kids now, we are young and healthy. I've been waiting since I was a girl to live my life like this. If all holds together we will have another eight kids. We are currently building our grown up home, next to my parents who g*fted us the land. In time brothers and sisters will join us with their families in tow.