God! Knowing He is always with me, gives me peace of mind!
My family. This includes everyone. My husband, my kids, my mom, husband’s family, my siblings, grandparents, etc.
My job. Even though I complain about being a mom sometimes, it is still the best job in the world. Just a lot of work.
Chocolate. Yes. Straight to chocolate! But that’s what I’m wanting right now.
Socks. Especially my Winnie the Pooh socks. My kids got them for me two Christmas’ ago.
Organization! Not my own stuff. Other people’s stuff only. Like when my husband makes a mess in his shop, and I get to clean it up and put things away, that makes me happy.
Art!! I forgot art. Art should have been before chocolate, but it can be here. All kinds of art. Painting, drawing, markers, pastels, paper machete, sculpting, etc.
Playing with my babies. I asked my kids what makes me happy, and they insisted I needed this on the list. And it’s true. But it was funny that they insisted this made me happy. Not them happy. Haha!
My car. My husband replaced my car that we had to sell. He got me a seven seat car!! It’s so awesome. I can separate my older kids. I can fit all my stuff.
Cooking. Cooking does make me happy. I love cooking. The cleaning up after cooking…not so much. Haha
Dried mango. Mango is so delicious. And for a while it was awesome because my husband doesn’t like mango. However, my son loves mango, and now my daughter likes mango. But my kiddos only like the sweet pieces. So I’m stuck with the sour ones.
Being married to my husband. This one should have been first. But… my hubby!! He is the best person that ever came into my life.
Chocolate Pudding. I know that should count towards chocolate. But my homemade pudding is in a category all by itself.
Watching movies. I know this is kind of generic. But I do enjoy watching movies. But the same movies over and over again. Like I just watched the new Godzilla movie. I like that movie.
Yard work. I love being in dirt. Mud. Mud is fun!! But planting a garden. Keeping up on flowers. I’m excited to being in my mom’s yard.
Skorts. I like shorts. And I like skirts. But something about wearing a skirt, and knowing your underwear’s won’t show is a nice feeling.
My new black shoes. My husband bought me a nice pair of shoes and I wear them everyday. I used to be someone that like to wear a different pair of shoes, but now I wear my black shoes with shorts, pants, skirts, and even dresses.
Swimming. This should be an earlier number too. But swimming is what makes my body relax and feel energized. Or at least that’s what I remember.
Dancing. I like to dance. But I also like to watch dancing. Any style that is done tasteful. Which doesn’t surprise me that my daughter also loves dancing.
Seeing my husband with his son. To me seeing a man with his son is one of the cutest things. My husband with his daughters is super cute too. I guess seeing Father’s with their kids.
Cardboard boxes. I guess I’m still a kid at heart. But when we get a large cardboard box, I instantly want to make a little house. With a door and windows.
Reading my short stories. I actually read through my short stories often. When I want to read something. That I know has nothing inappropriate. Just feel good stories, that what I reread.
Finishing. Seems like an easy thing to do but for me it is sometimes impossible. Like even writing this post. I’ve had to stop four times. Finishing a painting. Finishing a short story. I never seem to finish my long stories…but I will someday.
Creative writing. I’m assuming you know this. But I really do love writing. And I do really get my ideas from dreams. Or when I daydream.
Ross: Dress for less. I really do like that store. I haven’t been for a long time, but I remember liking finding gems in the chaos. But I also like thrift stores. The thrift store in our town is every item is $1. I’ve gotten great things over the years that I would have never been able to buy originally.
Wandering. I like wandering in stores. We don’t have to buy anything; but I like looking at things with no crunch for time. This was my husband’s and I’s normal date, while first dating. We would walk around Home Depot and Lowe’s. Costco, Bass Pro, etc.
BBQ ribs. Another food that should have been listed farther up. But yes, I love bbq ribs. My husband’s recipe. If my hubby didn’t stop me I could eat all of them! And I don’t use a napping until I’m done, my bbq stained face is my medal.
Baby animals. Almost all baby animals make me smile. Tiger cubs, kittens, and baby hippos. Those are just my kids favorite animals, so I see those pictures often. But puppies too.
Doing my daughter’s hair. When she allows me to braid, put up, style, her hair; it makes me happy. When she became the age to want to do her hair I was huge pregnant with my newest daughter; so I was exhausted. So sadly she taught herself. And now she wants to do it by herself, even when I have time. But I’m happy when I get to.
Rain. I’ve come to realize that I’m not a huge fan of snow. Living in the North has shown me I don’t like being wet and cold. But rain is the exception. I like to run around and play in the rain with my kids. Or find worms the next day. Rain is fun.
This was actually really hard to fill in. But I like these types of prompts. It makes you think about what truly matters.
On the funny side…
My son said, going potty. Haha! It was a good laugh!!
Leaving in two days. So I had a chance to write this post, but I won’t for a while. Unless is one of my many drafted short stories. Those are easy for me to write.
“Sailing In The Clouds” Photography By: emily2jane 08-04-25
It really looks like a sailboat is sailing on the cloud waves. Also looks like a moon…
How would you describe yourself to someone who can’t see you?
I am tall. Shorter than a stop sign, but taller than a little old lady.
I have dark brown, soft, full, wavy, curly, and straight hair. When I let it grow out, it’s almost to my butt, but currently it’s to my shoulder blades. However, I always have it in a bun or braid, because my children like to play with it; if it’s free. and it’s almost like a dark chocolate color.
My clothes are comfortable. With being a mom, I want comfort and coverage. Because my it seems like my only time to sit, is when we are going grocery shopping. When I was a teenager, I would wear all colors! Any patterns! My clothes were fun and different. Now I stick to gemstone colors. Dark blues, dark pinks, purples. It’s kind of boring really, but I won’t be able to wear my fun clothes until my kids are all above two.
I’m naturally quiet. You may not even realize I’m with you. I like to just sit and listen, and doodle. But that was before being a mom. Instead I’m running around chasing my kids. Constantly telling them to leave their siblings alone. I feel like everyone is watching me. But thankfully, I have kids who are polite and somewhat well behaved in public. Once home, all bets are off; but I get told several times, that my kids are so well behaved. I smile, but inside I say, ‘if you only knew.’
I’m an artist. Or at least I really want to be one again. I’ve been so busy that I haven’t drawn or painted anything. I miss smelling like paint. Or having market stains on my fingers. But my kids come first.
I’m a swimmer. So I have a swimmer build. Even though I’m about twenty pounds overweight, I still seem fit. It’s just the mama pouch that is hard to get rid off, after kids. All moms know what I’m talking about. But I miss smelling like chlorine. I miss my body hurting because swimming is the best exercise for me. But we don’t live next to a pool, also I have a seven month old that needs mama almost every thirty minutes.
So I’m me, but I’m not me. But not forever. Someday I will wear loud clothes, smell like paint, and have chlorinated smelling hair. Someday…
Taken on the 4th
Most of my art is mostly just photography. All on my phone. Nothing special. But mostly of my kiddos.
What strategies do you use to maintain your health and well-being?
So normally I’m very good at keeping us healthy. With the change of diet, exercise, cleanliness in public, clean house, etc.
However, recently we just went on a trip. And we were perfectly healthy. Taking our tonic everyday. Never eating out. (I was constantly cooking everything from scratch; so many bagels!! 😵💫)
But our last day, my mother-in-law offered me any of their organic foods; since they had to fly home. I took a can of refried beans, plain beans, and 1 1/2 jars of applesauce.
We two days ago ate the applesauce. Mind you the only ingredient listed was: organic apples, so I didn’t think anything of it. I thought it would be a treat, since I didn’t have to make it. Well, that was a big mistake.
We all eat the applesauce. My son likes applesauce, but never enough to lick the bowl clean. That should have been a dead giveaway away. Then my husband, daughter, and myself started to feel queasy in the stomach. Then maybe twenty minutes later, we all had the taste of aspartame in our mouths. The taste you get when you chew gum, or brush with Colgate. So I knew that the applesauce had something else in it. I looked it up and discovered that it had natural sweeteners added. Which can be aspartame. It’s a preservative. It lets it last longer after opening.
It’s scary to not be able to trust ingredient labels anymore. So we learned our lesson. I’m just going to make everything myself, because then I know what’s in it.
But after all this, my son caught a cold. Apple sauce with fake sugar to lower his immune system, and then putting his hand in his mouth when we went out shopping = sick. So my son is sick and my 7mo old is getting sick.
I’m excited to try something new, but I want to get established quickly so that I have that sense of security.
Like right now, we are good. No debts, no overhead, no stress. But if my husband’s new job doesn’t take off the way we are hoping then we will be screwed.
So it’s terrifying to drop everything and try something new, but my husband’s last job was slowly killing him. So we had to switch things up.
So, yes I’m excited for change, but I want security hopefully in the next few months. Just for peace of mind.
‘Peace’ by emily2jane 07-04-25
Edited photo from night time. From 4th of July fireworks.
I wish I could still go to bed at 12am and wake up around 8:30. I would still be getting ample of rest and wouldn’t be feeling tired all the time, but I would get enough alone quiet time.
But in reality I go to bed anywhere from 10:30-1:30. Depends on if I can get into bed before 10. Because my brain seems to want to fall asleep at 10:30, but if I miss that window I have to wait for the 12am window. But if I’m not tired at that time I have to wait for the 1:30am window. I don’t get to sleep whenever I want to.
And waking up is not my body alarm clock but either my baby daughter’s or my son’s. The baby can wake up anywhere from 5:30-9:30am. But usually my son wakes up, looking for snuggles, at 7:00am. So depending on when I went to sleep that is not too bad or is terrible.
So I think I’ll have a goal of going to be at 11pm and waking up at 6:30am. So that I can have some alone time at night and some alone time in the morning.
But will that happen…maybe not until after all my kids are all 2. But I still have one kid to go. So I’ll start being better at sleeping in 4 years. Haha!!
What’s the most delicious thing you’ve ever eaten?
Since I make everything myself now I’m going to list some for my past.
I can remember when I was fifteen. My older sister made me a pb&j sandwich. It was so delicious. She got the peanut butter, jam ratio right. She picked out all the chunks of strawberries from the jam. Maybe it was extra delicious since it was made for me. But the sandwich is still in my memory.
Next I think would be when my mama got me my own tub of mint chocolate chip ice cream. We went down for a visit; and at the time, ice cream was a luxury. So she got me my own. I ate that whole thing in one sitting. Haha! Probably not the smartest thing to do, but my husband wasn’t there to be my voice of reason. But it was so delicious!
Jim’s fries. I think Jim’s fries will always be drilled into my brain. I remember that Jim’s fries used to be a dinner. Mom and I would order a large Jim’s fries and we would eat them until we were full! When I make fries now I try and get them close to Jim’s fries. So good.
Ramen noodles. I made them for myself one day. But my brothers came home, one after the other. And I made three ramen packets that day. I know at the time it was super delicious, but it probably was extra yummy since I got to make my brothers some food too.
Another would have to be when my mom made fresh bread for the first time. We were at the Duarte house. Fresh bread is always delicious, but it was probably extra delicious since I made it with my mom.
My sister’s chocolate cake. My sister is a master at chocolate cake. I’m bummed I can’t eat it anymore, because of the sugar) but they were perfection.
So many things you can remember loving throughout your life. But for me it was the people I was with that made it extra special.
Love the people in your life. Cook a meal, or share a meal with your loved ones. Have a great Friday!! ❤️
If you were forced to wear one outfit over and over again, what would it be?
My husband was home so I decided to ask everyone.
So for me I would wear my long black skirt/ dress. It can be either. I could hem up the length to make it any length. I would wear a tank top under my long sleeve button up. ( my grandma’s shirt). This outfit would give me various looks. It’s one look, but I could still look different. Haha!! I don’t know if that’s allowed, but if it’s not specified it’s allowed.
My six year old daughter: Princess dress, with shorts underneath for playing, ruffle socks, and sparkly princess shoes. Pretty much what I expected. I know my kids.
Husband: His answer was simple of course. Haha! Jeans, gray shirt, belt, socks no holes, Merrel shoes. That’s it. Which is really funny. Because that pretty much what he wears everyday. I would probably choose him his cargo shorts that have zip sections too. So they can be pants or shorts. But that’s just me planning ahead.
My almost three year old son: he didn’t want to answer. So choose for him. Shorts, Hawaiian shirt, black clip on tie, Spider-Man shoes.
Baby Nugget: She would probably say just a diaper. She gets hot easily. But I would choose her a shirt, skort combo. Because she likes to suck on her shirt. And a skort is just some added defense for the floor against a poopy diaper.
Hope the various answers were fun to read. It was fun for me to make it a family day.
I’m not like the younger generation. I’m not glued to my phone and I have no interaction with people, but I must admit I like to stare at my phone occasionally.
Whether it be YouTube, Royal Match, my blog, Pinterest. Kind of depends on my mood. But most often it is YouTube. YouTube Shorts is a black hole. That I fall into everyday. It’s just fun to watch the various short videos.
My reel consists of cute babies, dad and babies, military reunions (those make me cry), various shows I’ve watched, Tom Holland reacting to funny things (I don’t know how that got mixed in, but I like it because there is no language and it’s funny), art videos, random men building things in their backyard, etc.
There are so many, but that’s why I go down the black hole. Because the videos being 1-2min long, make it seem like time is slow, but it actually goes by fast, and then the day is gone.
But not really, because I can only do it so much. I do it while my baby is taking her long nap and at bedtime. Bedtime…I stay up way too late. I went to bed at 12:30am last night…I’m tired today.
But me and the kids are going grocery shopping with Daddy. Which will be fun because we miss him; he’s currently on night shifts.
My thoughts on the past was where would I want to go for the different cuisine. But now that I make everything myself that list has dwindled down.
Original list:
Paris, London, Greece, Italy, China.
However now that list has changed because of our diet.
New list:
I originally wanted to go to Paris to eat all the baked goods. The chocolate desserts. Yum! But now we don’t eat refined sugar. So unless their chocolate is made with coconut sugar or honey, I wouldn’t be able to eat it. So maybe I’ll just go for the breads. Because in Europe they don’t have the preservative folic acid, which I am allergic to. So I can eat all the breads and not get sick. I’ve switched to a pure flour down here; but I’m constantly making bread, because it only lasts well three days.
London. Because of the beans on toast. I love toast, and I loved beans. I thought the combination would have been delicious. However now I don’t eat beans. Not because I don’t want to, but because it affects the baby I’m feeding through breast milk. It gives them terrible gas. So for the sake of my babies I won’t eat beans until I’m done having kids. Also, not to critique, I’m not a big fan of the rest of their foods. So maybe just go there to sightsee.
Greece. I think Greece is a place I would eat anything the offer. Because I really want to go there. The pictures are so beautiful!
Italy. Is another place I desperately want to go. The pastas!! I love pasta. I would love to learn how to make fresh pasta from a chef in Italy. That would be amazing. They also don’t use the folic acid preservative. So I could eat it all!! And I would eat them all!! Hopefully can go there in the future with the hubby.
China. I really wanted to go for the authentic Chinese foods. But sadly we cut out soy from our diet. I make my open sauces now. I also only use coconut sugar. So I wouldn’t be able to eat anything there. No soy, no msg, so refined sugar, no artificial sweeteners, no natural flavors, etc. So I won’t be going.
So I guess Paris, Italy, and Greece is left. Maybe I’ll go to Paris for bread and art. Italy for all the pasta. And Greece for the foods, scenery, the people, the history, etc. Three places should be easy to accomplish in this lifetime. But we will see.
I’ve dropped down to living in a camper. I used to have a large house, pretty much an estate. I inherited it from my grandpa. He always liked me best. But long story short, my siblings kept badgering me. Constantly telling me they would take me to court. Saying I maliciously stole their inheritance, by tricking the man. All lies obviously. I was being strong. I was going to hold onto that house because my grandpa wanted me to have it. But it got so bad, that I got permission from my grandma to let it go. She told me, that my grandpa didn’t want me to have the house, he just wanted me to have an investment that I could sell to be taken care of for life. So with the help of a lawyer I traded the house, to my siblings, for the fair market value of the house. Which my lawyer assured me it was a great deal, since the house value was the highest it had ever been.
So within a few months of my grandpa passing away I had been a home owner, and now I was a multimillionaire. It was weird.
I’m a twenty year old with no clear path. I’m living in a camper since my job is remote. I write short stories for a daily magazine. I just move to new places as I want.
And I’m a responsible multimillionaire. I’m not just wasting the money away. With the help of that lawyer, I have a few investment properties and I have invested in a few raising companies. So that I can stay a multimillionaire, but a silent one.
Because you guessed it. As soon as I gained all this money I became the person everyone wanted to be friends with. Such a bother. My grandma was actually the one to tell me to leave and to keep my new wealth a secret. She knew how it felt, because she and grandpa had made the mistake in their younger years to announce their wealth. Still, I used a portion of my wealth to set my grandma up for life. Grandpa had left her a large sum to take care of herself, but I wanted that to be her fun money. Also I felt better leaving knowing my grandma was taken care of.
But all this to say, because I now live in a camper. Currently next to a beach, and I’m not very good at this whole drifter lifestyle.
Most drifters I’ve met are chill and go with the flow type people. Never stuck in a schedule. Whereas me, I like to have a schedule. I like to spend some days just writing in my camper and never going outside. I like being alone. I don’t need to be constantly social. Or so I thought.
My life changed Friday, June 13th, 2025 at 7:40am. There was a knock on my camper door, and when I opened it there was no one. Thinking it was a ding dong dasher I started to close the door again and then I heard a flapping sound. There was a flyer of some sort stuck to my window.
It read, “Party at #2 camper. Enjoy booze, drinks, music, and food at 7pm-1am. Come to party!”
Not really my thing. Just because I usually enjoy my quiet nights. I curl up with a crossword puzzle book and a cup of hot chocolate and I usually fall asleep there. ‘Not the best habit.’ But it was my new thing. But I scanned to the top of the camper park to see where camper #2 would be. I was at spot #42. And like in a story I locked eyes with the owner. He was beautiful…no not beautiful, handsome. Handsome is a better word. Haha! He was tanned, he was toned but not like steroid muscles; he was smiling at me. ‘He’s smiling at me!!’ I ripped my eyes away from him. I had been staring at him. All these sweet romance stories I write having the women be calm and collected is so phony now. I see a cute guy and I become a puddle of awkward goo.
I sneak a glance back towards his camper and he is no longer around. Thankfully. I can scan the scene to know if I’m going to want to go or not. There were streamers and ice chests filling the small grass area in front of the camper. So when they say drinking they meant it. There were lots of girls swarming around. All dressed appropriately for going to the beach, but not for being at a party. I’ll just say, more skin, less clothes. And they were already blasting music. It was that angry rap stuff. So based on my gaze of what was being prepared I could assume that this was not going to be my type of party. I don’t drink, I like more clothes and less skin, and I prefer country music. So dead giveaway that I would not fit into that crowd.
Looks like it was going to be a day full of chilling by myself. Maybe I would just sit in a chair and watch the festivities happen. It might give me an insight into that world for future stories. I head back inside my camper, I get dressed for the day, and I leave to go grocery shopping.
…
They were not kidding about a party. The party was huge! I wasn’t just in spot #2, it had morphed down to spot #22. So they were closely coming nearer to my space. Which made it harder for me to be sneakily siting in a lawn chair and watch the festivities happen. But I still did it, because the owner had called me and said they would not go past #30. So I would still have a good size buffer from them.
The party was like I had assumed. Lots and lots of drinking happening. Girls wearing pretty much nothing. Guys shirtless. Music so loud that I could hear the lyrics all the way down here. Definitely not my scene.
“You don’t want to come up?”
I jumped at the voice. I pulled the headphones from my ears and saw the cute guy from earlier standing just outside my camper space. “What!?”
He smirked and laughed, “I asked if you wanted to come up or not?”
“Oh! Oh. No. I wasn’t planning on coming. I don’t really think it’s my type of party.” ‘I’m sure I sounded like a goof.’
“I can get that. The party grew way bigger than I had expected. May I?” He mentioned to the second lawn chair.
“Oh, sure. Here,” I pulled my laptop bag off of the seat next to me. I didn’t like it that he was so calm and confident and I was falling all over myself.
“Thanks. He sat down next to me. He seemed confident. That he knew his place in the world. “So why didn’t you come up?”
“Oh. Umm, I’m not really that type of party person.” That was a stupid excuse. “I don’t really know. I’m just comfortable here where…I have no clue.” My face was getting hot.
He laughed. Not a I’m making fun of you laugh, but you are funny laugh. “You are making no sense, but strangely I understand you. But come on. You need to experience some new things in life,” he stood and offered me his hand.
‘What?! I’m not ready to go anywhere. I’m not dressed to go to that type of party. I guess I was. But I didn’t know if I wanted to go or not.’ But I still reached out and grabbed his hand. I grabbed my keys, threw my laptop inside, locked my camper door, and turned ready to follow this guy.
“I didn’t think you would actually want to go,” the guy was smiling but I could see a hint of surprise.
“I’m surprising myself. But I guess I should experience a party like this once in my life. And it helps that I trust the one taking me. I mean, no. I meant….do you know what I mean?” Why was I such a doof and around this guy?
“Haha! I know what you mean let’s go!” He reached down and grabbed my hand and started to pull me up to the party.
I could feel my face warming up because of his touch, but I felt safe with him. So I wasn’t truly fearing going to this party.
…
‘Oh. I was so wrong!’ Not about the guy I was with, but that I should have probably stayed at my camper. There was much more happening at this party that was not visual back at my camper. There was a “dance space” going on. But it was pretty much…a…very uncomfortable sight to see.
I don’t know why I did, I stopped suddenly, reached out and grabbed the arm of the guy towing me, he spun around to face me, and hid my face into his chest. I was so embarrassed by what I was seeing. The warmth was reaching my ears.
He just chuckled. He wrapped his other arm around my shoulders and he carefully walked me around the outside of the dance space. Keeping a hand up to block my side profile view, of the dancing next to me.
I trusted him. I didn’t know why.
But we finally made it to the top of his spot. There were less people up here. There were just a few stragglers, probably the guys that couldn’t find a girl to go to the dance space with. The guy I was with, gestured to the several ice chests. There was beer is most of them, waters, and sodas. I chose a coke, because water seemed like a lame option. But amazingly enough to me, the guy grabbed himself a water.
“Hey Jackson! Where did you disappear off to?” A guy from group of stragglers, ran up and fake strangled him from the back.
‘Jackson. His name was Jackson.’
“I didn’t disappear. I just wanted to invite our neighbor.” He grabbed my hand again and pulled me towards him. He once again drooped his arm around my shoulders. “This is…actually I don’t know your name?”
“Sally. My name is Sally Anne Marck. Nice to meet you,” I nodded my head to the guy in front of me.
“Nice to meet you Sally, I’m Matt,” he reached his hand out.
But before I could accept his hand, Jackson held his hand instead. “No touching needed,” Jackson said.
I laughed quietly. I thought it was cute.
“Dude. It’s not like I’m going to try and take her. You walked all the way down there to get her. And you’ve been looking at her these past few…” Jackson harshly nudged Matt in the side to shut him up.
‘Looking at me these last few what!?! Hours? Days? Weeks?’
“Please ignore Matt. Anyways. Sally. What are you doing in this area? Visiting family? Friends?”
‘Keep answers short. I wanted to be acknowledged for me and not my money.’ “I’m actually taking a bit of time to travel. Just seeing new sights. I ended up here by accident actually.”
“So…do you…umm?”
“What my friend is trying to ask, is do you have a boyfriend?” Matt called out over his shoulder while he got another water.
I know my cheeks became pink. But as I snuck a glance at Jackson and he became flush too. “Umm…no. I’ve never had a boyfriend.” ‘Why did I say that? I could have said I don’t have one. Not make it totally clear that I have zero experience.’
“Really?” Jackson grabbed my hand once again.
“Really,” my face became warm.
“Sweet,” Jackson pulled me a little closer to his side.
I liked it there. I strangely I still felt safe. Matt was just staring at us nodding his head. Approving on what was happening.
‘What was happening? Was something happening? Would something happen?’
“Well, since you two are now together, I’m going to try my luck at meeting someone on the outskirts of the dance space. See you two love birds later,” Matt waved as he walked away.
“He’s an idiot but a good guy,” Jackson said as he watched Matt walk away.
I just nodded. I was still processing everything. ‘I was standing next to the cute guy. He was holding my hand. Jackson’s best friend just said we were together, but was that actually real? Or was he just kidding?’
I looked up at Jackson, he was just looking off towards the dance space. He was smiling. I looked down at our hands and he was still holding mine. But what did that actually mean? “Hey Jackson, what does this mean to you?” I held up our hands. ‘What am I doing? I just asked him directly!?!’
“Hmm?” His eyes came back around to me. His smile suddenly disappeared and he dropped my hand.
That wasn’t the reaction I wanted. My hand felt so empty now.
“I’m sorry. Did I overstep? I just having been watching you for a few days now and I’ve been curious about you. I threw this party to have you come and to get to know you. But when I saw you at your camper still, I decided to go meet you myself. Then you decided to come and I was ecstatic! You were so cute when we walked up to the dance space. Not only did I pull you into my arms to hide you from the dancing, but I wanted to let all the other guys around, that were checking you out, that you were taken. Matt is an idiot, but he did help me ask you if you had a boyfriend. I was surprised you said you’ve never dated, because you are gorgeous. So I guess…I mean…I thought we could be together now. But if I’m way off base, I can totally back off.” Jackson started to back away from me.
I instantly grabbed his hand back. I wanted to be with him. And him exploding his confession was so cute. I knew I was falling in love with him. “I want you too!”
He stopped at my touch and smiled at me, then at our hands. “I guess I should have verbalized this earlier. Sally. Do you want to be my girlfriend?”
‘Yes!’ “Yes!” I blurted out. I probably looked like an idiot in love.
Jackson chuckled. He pulled me to his side. Instead of holding my hand, he brought his other hand around my waist. He just held me there. We stood there together staring off into the chaos of the party. Only paying attention to our touches.
…5 years later…
So Jackson and I are married now. We dated for about 1 year. Not really doing much of anything. Talking about life, family, goals, etc. Walking on the beach, staying in the camper, surfing, snorkeling, hiking. Just living life.
The talk about my money did eventually come up. And it wasn’t anything big. Jackson was surprised at first, but wanted to continue the secret of it all. He didn’t want to be know for money, but for our own accomplishments. However, the only large sum he used was to help Matt start up his camper site business. Which I fully agreed with, since Matt was a main reason for us starting to date. He convinced Jackson to throw the party to give himself the opportunity to meet me.
We are still living in a camper. We thought it would be good to travel around and figure out where we wanted to end up before having kids. Which we actually need to decide pretty soon, since I’m actually expecting our first little boy. Little Jacob Tomas Gallagher. Named after Jackson’s grandpa and my own.
Which I believe it was my grandpa and God that led me to Jackson. It was an accident me stopping at that beach. I originally had planned to stop about thirty miles farther. But the exit was called Tomas St. My grandpa’s name. In the town of Martha; my grandma’s name. Seeing those two things made me want to stop, but then God speaking to me, ‘Stay a while,’ was all I needed. I pulled off the highway and found the camping site. How peaceful it was, I could see that this place was a great spot to stop. And it was.
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Digital Art By: emily2jane ‘Still Current’ 06-15-25
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