My name is Deborah Katherine Lovett, Debo for short. I’m a wife, mother, and grandmother, and I live with my husband and our two Jack Russells.
We all have a story, and I’m no different. This is what my life looks like now.
Or at least this is what it looked like in July 2002 when my family sat for this portrait. The story behind this particular photograph, though, is about as grim as stories get without everybody actually dying. And the road from 2002 to 2012 has continued to have its ups and downs—including one particularly precipitous cliff and one truly glorious mountaintop—but we still look like this. Two kids have ditched their orthodontia, my youngest son is taller, and I have more grey hair and more padding but we all look pretty much the same. My husband looks exactly the same eleven years later which, as all women know, is most unfair.
The moral of my story is that no matter where you start, even if it’s in one of Dante’s Circles of Hell, faith, hope, and love—and forgiveness, grace, grit, honesty, humor, sacrifice, and service—will yield a life abounding in…more of the same.