INSTA-FAMILY: the blended life

I met a guy. Well, two guys, actually. One's a bit older than the other. Quite a bit. These guys both have managed to sneak up on me…What’s a girl to do?

Lucky for me, one is a grown up.  Like, a real grown man, all 6’5 of him. The other one is his son, a two-year-old blond, precocious mess. I don’t have to choose between these two boys, they’re a package deal

Last August, the “package deal” proposes and we get engaged.  We decide not to do a big hoopla, but tie the knot quietly.  I can’t explain the feelings going on inside me, as I’m usually one to scream from the mountain tops. But, this union involves a child.  This union is creating a blended family.  It seems right to keep it sacred and personal. 

Until now. Because, first of all, some publications spell my husband’s name correctly (not hard- Joel Henricks). And his son’s name is Huck Henricks. 

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Secondly, blended families are messy, chaotic even. But, they can also be beautiful. Double the love. Double the joy. Joel and Huck suddenly have a this woman eager to be a part of their lives.  Stay tuned for stories on the transformation into insta-family.