I decided to start a blog. Like the millions of others out there, I know. I am one of the hundreds of thousands inspired by Joanna Gaines and Julia Child. Just another cook in the kitchen, just another mom with a camera. However, ever since I've perused the world of "mom-blogs" and "lifestyle blogs" I realize that I love following the lives of these REAL women and families. Plenty of people out there spend time and energy getting all the juicy details on celebrities and their families, wondering what they are wearing and where they vacation. I used to be one of them. Then I had kids, or I met kids...
To truly get an understanding of all that I hope this blog will be, you need the background story. I met my husband soon after turning 24. It was not a sweep you off of your feet romance. It was however a fortunate stroke of serendipity. I was out with a friend for her little brothers 21st birthday. Patrick was coerced out by a friend who was celebrating someone else's birthday. Lo and behold, we met at a bar. The birthday boy who Patrick was out with was a drunk bumbling fool trying to make some sort of conversation with my friend and I. Patrick, seeing the whole debacle, came over to ask if he was bothering us. He wasn't, but Patrick instantly recognized my friend from the sports club we both worked at (and Patrick apparently attended). Long story short we started chatting about food. He was a chef and I loved to eat. He asked for my number assuring me that he "wasn't that type of guy", and after briefly considering giving him a fake number I dished out my real digits not thinking anything would come of it. It was nice conversation, but nothing I thought warranted an exchange of numbers or further pursuit.
He texted me a few times after that night asking to get together to grab a bite. I blew him off for a couple of weeks, until he finally stated that if I didn't want to hang out with him, that was cool, but he wasn't going to keep asking. Of course at that, I began to reconsider. I figured, what harm could come of it? Even if I wasn't into him, maybe I'd meet a new foodie friend. We made a plan to get dinner, and he was late picking me up (at least 45 minutes late). We grabbed some food in a local charming port town and after our first course was dropped, he dropped an unexpected bomb. "I have two kids and I'm in the middle of a divorce". Now, as a female we do this thing where we have a mental (sometimes tangible) list of sorts. Qualities and attributes in a partner that we look for; tall, funny, ambitious, successful...divorced was not on my list. It wasn't even something I had actually ever considered. Being all of 24 it wasn't in my realm of reality, or so I thought. Patrick was only 30 at the time, but had started a family when he was young. While all of this buzzing was going on in my head (in the course of about 2 seconds) I think my reply to him was some sort of rendition of "oh, okay". Then I asked their ages and names and he showed me some pictures. We hopped around to a few different places, eating and having some drinks all while he told me about his current situation and we complained about the dating world. He made it very clear that he was not looking for any type of romantic relationship at this time in his life, but that he enjoyed my conversation that night at the bar where we met so he figured we might get along. Looking back, I realize that he just needed to get out and have normalcy in his life that had been turned upside down.
We hung out here and there for a few months and then it became a regular thing. Eventually he invited me to come to a cookout with him at a friends house, and told me he would have the kids with him. I was TERRIFIED. His daughter Julianna was 7, and his son Ty was 3 at the time. I figured Ty would be fine but I was apprehensive of being around Jules. What if she got the wrong idea? What if she hated me? I was starting to have feelings for Patrick and that was a sure deal breaker. Luckily, it all went fine. They were so sweet and maybe the most hilarious kids I had ever met. We ate cookout food and I painted Jules's nails (which were instantly smudged as she did cartwheels in the grass before they were fully dry). Ty was a ball of energy, and probably the cutest little boy I had ever seen. That day was a game-changer. It was the beginning of this all.
Now almost 7 years later, we own a home, are married and have a son of our own (Pax) who is almost 2. Jules is a teenager (I can't even believe that), and Ty is 10. We are busy. Our lives are non-stop, we both work full time, are are nearing the end of a year long home renovation. I often don't find myself even putting my feet up until 9:00 or later (and my days often start well before 6:00). Although I am buzzing around most of the time fueled by coffee and my type A personality, I don't take any of this crazy beautiful life for granted, and I don't want to miss a second of it!
This blog serves as an outlet. A place where I can document all of the creative parts of my life, a place where I can share my ideas with other families, just as I have found myself reading others' blogs time and again. A place where others can turn to and realize, "okay, I got this" or "hey, I can totally make that". I want to document all the things I enjoy in my life, with my family and hope you enjoy it too!