I am just a simple, complicated human exactly like you.
LAR-KIN. FREE RANGE MOTHER, FARMERS LOVER, THAT FRIEND, SERIAL HOBBYIST, DOCUMENTARIAN, SUGAR ADDICT, TENACIOUS BLACK THUMB GARDENER, RESENTFULLY EMPATHIC, COLLECTOR OF WORDS, SALTY DOMINICAN, OCCASIONAL ANARCHIST, DEEPLY HUMAN.
My name is actually pronounced Larkin and you have to like me for this to work.
Half-Dominican. Wife. Mother. Photographer. Farmer.
I have many labels but of all of them, Mom is the one that matters to me most. I have birthed 3 boys in the last 9 years and they are the reason my heart beats. Something about being a human chrysalis, sharing the same blood, becoming safe haven and food source and an entire world to a small defenseless creature you made yourself.
Indescribable, painful, perfect love. I never felt love like the love for my boys. I am wife to my highschool boyfriend, who is the pain- in- the- ass love of my life and I think I’ve always known him and will continue to be born to love him, in all the easy and hard ways, for every life I live.
We married in a hospice home in front of his most beloved grandpa, who passed exactly two weeks after we said I do in front of his wheel chair in the tiny basement chapel. Our oldest son stood beside us, holding our hands. That was back when there was only three of us.
He is a 5th generation wheat farmer and our house stands where his great- great- grandparents did 150 years ago. He works in the heat, in dry fields, day in and out- a thankless job but who cares because the lifestyle is gold. My children roll in the mud naked and the afternoons are slow, like the tractors. Legacy is everything around here and the dirt runs in the veins.
I am a fad dieter, with a geriatric Brittany Spaniel named Gunne and a codependency on Amazon Prime. I love a perfectly placed bad word as much as the next woman.
Wet dirt in the spring is my favorite scent and my husband and I are total metal heads. I love Slipknot just as much as I love Joni Mitchell.
I took the Enneagram and I came out as a tie between an 8 and a 2 and I still have no friggen idea what that means. I wake up everyday to see how far I can chase a dream, how hard I can love those around me.
I feel nineteen different indescribable feelings at once, love those songs that raise the hair on my arms and am eager for tomorrow while already missing today.