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The day my husband got down on one knee to ask me to marry him, neither of us had any idea how much blood, sweat, and tears would go into forming our marriage into something beautiful. I am glad now that we were both blissfully unaware of the challenges that awaited us because I think we would have both run for the hills!


We wish someone had walked beside us that first tumultuous year, as well as during our pregnancies, losing a child, physical injury, financial ruin, marital issues, and life after baby. 

So in this blog, I share the stories and lessons my husband and I have learned on the way to building a marriage, a family, and a business together.  We still have a lot to learn and we're still making mistakes and learning from them. Our hope is that you, sweet reader, may feel someone walking alongside you as you do marriage and life. 



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