When I first started adulting on my own, I never thought I could end up with the life I have now. I studied art in college, exploring myself as an artist and a person, and drank way too much coffee. I met my inspiration at the full time job I had while I was in school. He literally showed up at the door, his name is Bryan. We have been married now for almost two years and have been together for almost five. Bryan introduced me to a side of life I didn’t know existed -a passionate, golden journey that supports and encourages my free spirit.
Our home is a cozy art project that I have been working on since we moved in about 3 years ago. It’s filled with an eclectic collection of art work, hand painted, geometric focal walls, custom built in’s, and a variety of succulents and indoor plants. The real owners of our home are our two cats, Kiki (the old lady) and Pursilla (the lovey little boy, yes a boy cat named Pursilla). Our home is magical, especially days when the sun pours in through the windows and we lay on the couch snuggling with the kitties. At night, the magic is turned on by string lights in almost every room. This is the home where we built our family, not just with fur babies, but it’s the home our first child will be raised in.
We never thought we could have kids together. Why? Because between the two of us we have some pretty broken bodies. Bryan has Cystic Fibrosis which, if you’re not familiar, affects not only his lungs but his digestive and reproductive system. I was diagnosed with PCOS , thyroid issues, and pre diabetes. I know, a perfect match for people who want kids. We both went through multiple tests, blood work, and procedures (yes, In Vitro) and are currently in our third trimester with the biggest blessing life could give us, our sweet baby boy. Rhys is expected to make his arrival in October, and I will fall in love again as I get to meet my second, greatest inspiration.