The Man Behind my Story

When I announced to family and friends that I was starting a blog about 90% of the responses I heard were “Really?! You’re a pregnant mom of two, a wife, and you run two businesses already! HOW do you do it?.” Well ya’ll, not only do I do it all, but I am also in bed most nights by 10pm, and to me that is the most amazing part. The HOW is my wonderful husband, Jay.

Our anniversary is coming up and I continuously sit here lately reflecting on how absolutely blessed I am. Holding his hand in church, watching him listening to the word of God being spoken, hearing him laugh at the funny sermons of our pastor, feeling his hand that I have held for years holding mine, I get overwhelmed with a feeling I cant even put into words. Sitting through an hour long class, in uncomfortable chairs in a church classroom for a dedication class for our youngest, intently listening to the role we will play in our son’s faith, I am overwhelmed with gratitude that God blessed me with such a caring man to be the father of my children. Sitting on the couch when I start laughing so hard that I start crying and my pregnancy hormones are making me simultaneously sob and laugh and he starts laughing along with (most likely at) me, I am so grateful that I ended up in this journey called life with a man who can always appreciate my goofy side- because if I’m being honest, its ever present.

Pride. Gratitude. Gratefulness. Blessed.

He is my best friend.

I couldn’t do any of this without him. My shop, my passion for photography, raising a family, homeschooling my 4 year old while he is hard at work 10 hours a day, 6 days a week- none of it is possible without him. He is my BIGGEST supporter. He listens to my goals and helps me achieve them. He gives and never expects. How, HOW did I get so lucky? What did I do SO right that I was lucky enough to meet him?

I tried to fight fate, and fate obviously won.

It was summer of 2011, I was a fun loving, care free flight attendant. I was LIVID about having to have a 24 hour layover in Kansas City, MO. WHO wants to go to Kansas City? I offered friends money, even, to pick up my trip. Well, apparently I wasn’t the only one who didn’t want to go, because no one took my trip. So off I went. After a long 4 flight day of work, I got to the layover hotel, The Marriot downtown, threw on an old tee shirt and a pair of old jeans and walked two blocks to the local dive bar, The Quaff. Sitting at the bar, alone, I met another girl who was convinced I belonged in KC and needed to find a man and fall in love. Having just gotten out of a 2 year long relationship, I laughed and brushed it off each time she mentioned someone walking through the door. Then in walks Jay. Ripped jeans, a Hurley tee shirt, an old faded cubs hat and some serious scruff. We talked for around 4 hours and closed out the bar. From that point on I started bidding for Kansas City layovers, fell in love, got an apartment and the rest is history. Fate won. I tried fighting it and it won.

I am so lucky. So blessed.

So to those who ask how do you do it? How do you make all of this craziness work?

Him. My biggest supporter. The man who sees me without makeup and without my hair done, more than he sees me dolled up. The man who has held my hand through the birth of two children. Who has seen me laugh and cry at the same time. The man who has seen me covered in baby poop and still kisses me (after laughing at me).

So if you read this in it’s entirety, Jay is the reason I am able to be the woman I am. My life’s decisions and my family sculpted me to be the person I am today but the reason I am able to fully be that ambitious, dreamer is because of my rock, my best friend, my other half, my amazing husband.


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