About Us

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We are The Millers, and we live in the beautiful part of the country...North Idaho! S grew up here, and I moved on over 21 years ago. We both work in the local school district, and it's been a blessing raising the Gs here. We know all their teachers, and ever since each adoption, everyone knows them! We love Jesus, and we strive to live for him and honor him in our daily lives.

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