I love to be helpful to others. Helping them in all the ways that I can. I wear my heart on my sleeve, and have a great compassion for others. I love to work with children, and volunteer at the school after hours. I enjoy entertaining at our house. My favorite times are times spent with family. I like to show off my husband letting him be eye candy for others. You touch though and you'll be hurting.

[smear:#19e6da]Positive Traits:[/smear:#9019e6:0]
1)Intelligent: Having a high mental capacity; cerebral.
2)Imaginative: Having an active imagination; forming clear mental images of things that have not been previously considered.
3)Creative: Having the power or inclination to bring new things into existence.
4)Organized: Being orderly and systematic in one's handling of matters.
5)Adventurous: Willing to try new experiences and take risks.
6)Tolerant: Accepting of the beliefs, ideas, and behavior of others, even when they oppose one's own.

[smear:#9019e6]Negative Traits:[/smear:#19e6da:0]
1)Stubborn: Unyielding or obstinate.
2)Perfectionist: Perceiving anything less than perfection as failure.
3)Impulsive: Acting on desires, whims, or inclination without forethought.
4)Verbose: Wordy; inclined to say more than is needed.
5)Workaholic: Someone who works compulsively, sacrificing other interests and responsibilities.
6)Temperamental: Marked by unpredictable changes in mood.

I was born in Big Sky Montana. Though not at the hospital, but on the ranch with a midwife. Second born to my parents with my older brother Dillon born before me. He was two years older than me, and we grew up really close. He did become an over protective big brother, but I loved him even more for that. You could say I was his biggest protector too.

I grew up on a large ranch in Big Sky, Montana. The whole ranch was our playground, and we used to go up on the mountain for family picnics. My parents were the best parents. Always there when we needed them, and giving us space when we wanted it. My father was also in the Wild Wolves MC. So I also grew up in the club life. Learning to ride a horse at a young age as well as a motorcycle.

Our best friends were Marigold and Milton Salvatore. Their father, Lee Salvatore, was another member of the Wild Wolves MC, and best friends with my father. The other best friend was Derek Masterson, and he only had one daughter who lived with her mother in Cheyenne, but she spent her summers here with us. Alexis Masterson. The five of us were usually inseparable. As we grew older it was no surprise that my brother and Marigold fell in love. As well as Milt and Alexis. I was the odd one out, but I never felt it as they made sure to include me in all activities. Our fathers also ran the ranch together.

The summer before my Senior year I got to go on a trip abroad through school. Milt who was the same age as I got to go as well. Alexis joined us on that trip. Dillon and Marigold had gone a couple of summers before us, and definitely recommended the trip. We went for three weeks and toured England, France and ended in Ireland. It was in Ireland that I met the man of my dreams. His name was Brennan Taggart. Two years older than me, and he was in a motorcycle club there in Ireland. Tall, Dark, and handsome exactly what my dreams were made of.

Milt and him hit it off right away. Which was unusual since Milt usually stuck with our group of friends, and was wary of others after he'd been kidnapped as a child by a man pretending to be his uncle who was just wanting money. His mother's parents had divorced when they were little, and her mother had taken off taking her son with her. She'd been found dead a few years later, but his uncle never found. There had been others claiming to be him from the reward his grandfather had put out. DNA had never matched on any of them though. When confronted he had kidnapped Milt and tried to ransom him for money. We were all shocked when he had said he had wanted to go on this trip.

I spent as much time as I could the week we were in Ireland with Bren. Falling more in love with him each day. When the day came to leave, I didn't want to leave him. We shared our first kiss, and what I expected to be our last since I was about to board a plane to head back to Big Sky Montana. I cried as I boarded the plane feeling like I was leaving my heart behind. My heart felt like it was being ripped in half the farther the plane flew away leaving my heart scattered. Maybe though it was leaving a trail for him to piece back together.

During my senior year while I was juggling sports, rodeo team, showing horses, and just life I made time to write back and forth to Brennan. We facetimed one another when we could. It was hard though with the time zones, but we managed it a handful of times a week. Text messages were back and forth during our awake times. Even if I got warned at school I kept on texting him. It got me through the year.

He showed up the day of my graduation, walking in about ten minutes before we were to walk in the auditorium. I was more than shocked, and let out a squeal of delight. A lot didn't really believe he was real except for Milt who tried to tell them that he was. Alexis had joined us here for our senior year too, and she thought it was hilarious nobody believed me that I had met a guy while on our trip abroad. My parents thought I was just making him up as I was quite the tomboy, and had never been interested in boys before. Even Dillon didn't think he was real.

I kissed and hugged him, and he greeted Milt and Alexis as well. Since it was almost time to head in he went to find himself a seat. He looked right at home as he found himself a seat among the Wild Wolves MC in attendance for our graduation. All of them wearing their Kuttes as the Wild Wolves were part of the small community here. Sure they were thought of as outlaw bikers, but they did help out with fundraisers, and other things. There were some people though who seemed to forget that the founders of the MC were the founders of Big Sky here.

Brennan stayed through the summer as he was able to stay in the United States for 90 days. He asked my father for my hand in marriage, and of course dad gave him a hard time about it, but he came around. We were married here on the ranch. August 7th was a beautiful day. I rode my horse Miss Kitty up to my father who lifted me down with a smile. Walking me down the aisle with my mother on the Bride's side sniffling as she watched us.

Brennan stood up there waiting on me with my brother Dillon and Milt as his best man and groomsman. Walking ahead of me down the aisle was my maid of honor Marigold, and my bridesmaid Alexis. It was the best day ever. Everything a bride could hope for with her special day. We had the time of our lives, and then were off to our honeymoon. I believe our honeymoon is where we conceived our oldest daughter.

Marigold and my brother had married the year before us, and had their firstborn son a couple of months before the wedding. Dorian was their eldest and Brennan and I were his godparents. He was named after my father. Our firstborn we named Reina Korie Taggart. Marigold was pregnant as well with me and had her second son that they named Huntley Miles. After that we seemed to be pregnant at the same time. Except for my youngest she didn't join me that time. In the end though my brother had seven children, and I had five. Giving our parents twelve grandchildren to spoil.

Alexis and Milt were married a couple of weeks after us. Her pregnancies were off from ours most of the time, but that wasn't going to change that our children would grow up together and be great friends. Same as we had been growing up. They ended up with two sons. Damon and Stefan. They tried and tried to have more children, but gave up after years of being unable to do so.

Brennan and I had gone on to college and become teachers. We taught in Big Sky Montana, and loved our jobs. Helping on the ranch, and raising our children along with my brother and best friends. I taught English and Forensics, and loved seeing the children's eye slight up when they would get something that I was teaching them. I volunteered as a parent too helping out with school activities. I just loved helping with the musicals that my husband put on with the kids.

The years have flown by, and Brennan and I had never been happier. Tragedy struck our families though shortly after the start of the New Year. Some cattle had gotten out and were heading up into the highlands. My parents, my brother and Marigold, Milt and Alexis, Marigold and Milt's parents, Alexis's father, and my two oldest nephews had gone after them along with a few others. It was routine on the ranch for something like this to occur. Avalanches weren't unheard of either around this time of year, but none of us thought that something like that could happen.

They were a fourth of the way up the mountain on snowmobiles as the snow was too deep for them to ride at this time of year. The avalanche struck hard and fast. We heard and saw it from the ranch. My heart sank as I realized it was directly in the path of my loved ones. Rescue parties were formed and we searched for two days. Unfortunately none of them survived. My world was totally turned upside down. I'd lost my best friends, my parents, and my brother and sister in law. My oldest wo nephews too. Reina was supposed to have gone with them too, but she'd gotten sick so hadn't been able to go.

The funerals were a blur to me. Brennan was right there at my side, and there for our children and nieces and nephew. We took Milt and Alexis's boys in as well as our nieces and nephew. It was the worst time of my life during this. It hasn't been the same since, and I find myself breaking down over little things. I see something, and it triggers a memory from childhood. All the children have been struggling with it same as I have. We took in the Earp children as well. Their father was friends with us and lived her working on the ranch, and they perished in that avalanche too.

Going through the stages of grief wasn't my cup of tea, and I'm still really feeling them. It was a couple of months before I was picking up on things wrong with the kids. Realizing I needed to come back to earth and face reality. Be there for my children, nephew, nieces and the other children whose parents died that day that I lost as well. I wasn't alone in this, and that somehow seemed to make reality even harder!