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. 

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.