Touché, God, touché.

There’s something about this guy that just makes me weak in the knees... & it’s not just because our story started off like a Nicholas Sparks novel. It’s because once the novelty of everything wore off... he was still who he said he would be.

Jay & I technically knew of each other for years. But we never knew each other. He was a boy’s boy. Actually... *my man’s* man. I’m serious. He was one of my husband’s best buddies. But... for whatever reason (( call it coincidence if you want... I’ll call it divine intervention )), the three of us just never hung out.

When my best friend & husband, Nick, passed away from cancer at 27 years old, just 12 days after Christmas 2013... I was devastated. Words quite literally cannot describe the pain. A widowed single mom with a 9 month old baby girl at the age of 26, I was literally living my worst nightmare.

Fast forward 18 months & throw in:

#1 - an incurable autoimmune disease (which I was diagnosed with only after seeing doctors for strange symptoms for over 8 years)... #2 - two major moves across the country from coast to coast & back again... #3 - a spiritual journey unlike any other where I stripped my faith down to nothing, in order to build it back up on TRUTH instead of hope... #4 - an eventual desire to LIVE life again & really show up... PLUS a few thousand diapers.

&&& you’d find me renting a house in Seattle with my 2.5 year old daughter Austyn, who refused to put on pants, laughed louder than anyone I know, & had her fathers eyes.

I wasn’t searching for a relationship at all by that point. In fact, I was just trying to find a church that saw God the way I saw Him now... but, that was when Jay, entirely unexpectedly & absolutely irrevocably, entered into my life.

Things would never be the same.