I once had a vision for my life. A vision filled with corporate meetings, Manolo Blahniks, and the fast moving streets of New York. Marriage and kids...well they were about as far away from that vision as they could possibly be. Quickly after graduating High School I realized the type A college route that I had been so pulled to, was not at all what I wanted. I wanted to travel and live a life filled with lots of experiences. So that is what I did, I traveled, and I lived for a wild 5 years. I drank coffee while watching the sun peak over the snow topped Rockies and I drank corona's as the waves came crashing in. I laughed, I loved, I got hurt, I made friends, but mostly I found myself. I came home with a civic loaded down with memories (and shoes), a little more ragged than I had left, but I had lived. My plans to stay put in that small town filled with pizza shops and smokey bars were not long. I figured as always I would pack up and head onto a new adventure. Although it didn't happen as I had planned, I did stumble into my greatest adventure yet. I fell for a studly guy, got married, set up house in the boonies, and had a baby, literally every single thing I always said I would never do. I would be lying if there weren't days where I wonder how I got so far from my vision of how life would be, but then I hear someone yell mama or get pulled in for a long hug and I realize this life...now that is a real vision.