I am a racer’s wife.

Long ago, I became a racers girlfriend. I fell in love with this amazing, adorable guy and his love of auto racing. I traveled every weekend, I spent week nights in the garage, weekends at our local short track, and I became a racing parts catalog expert. Fast forward seven years and I pledged to be a racer’s wife until death do we part, complete with a checkered flag aisle runner and race car backdrop in the wedding program. Our cake toppers had my husband in his fire suit and by the end of the night he had his race team hat on… And I wouldn’t change it for the world. My husband “sparkles” amidst anything racing. Seeing how much he loves it, makes me love it, and him, all the more.

Jump ahead another twelve years and here we are, two beautiful children, still racing, still sparkling. I work full time, double time, if you count my role as mommy. My kids are loved, my husband is still the love of my life even when his racing makes me crazy, and, we dream. Together. I am a regular mom, I don’t always get it right and I don’t pretend to. We are middle class, I work hard on our budget and save everywhere I can but sometimes it isn’t enough, sometimes it is just enough. I am, average. I am honest. I am excited to have some sort of outlet with this blog because wow, life is crazy, and I hope someone reads it. I hope someone enjoys it.