Simply the best...

My husband is the absolute very best at what he does. Of course I've always known that, but now everyone does too.

Six years ago, my husband changed jobs. It wasn't the easiest of decisions. He was making a six-figure salary, we had a new baby, and I had quit my job to stay at home. We drove nice cars, had a mortgage, and even had a membership to a really nice country club in the city.

Life was good. Why change?

There's nothing worse than getting up for work every single day and not loving what you do. The Golfer was good at what he did, but he didn't love it. Making a long story very short, we both decided that life was just too short to not spend your time doing something that you love.

As a great poet once wrote, "two roads diverged in the woods and I--I took the one less traveled by, and that has made all of the difference."

All of the people who thought we were crazy six years ago were proven wrong last Saturday when the Golfer--six years a coach, one year into being a head Division I coach, won a National Championship at one of the top collegiate programs in the country.

We both knew that it would happen one day, we just had no idea that it would be so soon.

All those nights that we sat together at the dinner table after the kids were asleep, worrying and talking about whether we were doing the right thing, whether or not we would survive financially, seem like a really big waste of time now.





















My husband is the best at what he does. I married him because I always knew that he would be successful no matter what he decided to do.

I love it when he proves me right.



The Road Not Taken
by Robert Frost


TWO roads diverged in a yellow wood,
And sorry I could not travel both
And be one traveler, long I stood
And looked down one as far as I could
To where it bent in the undergrowth;


Then took the other, as just as fair,
And having perhaps the better claim,
Because it was grassy and wanted wear;
Though as for that the passing there
Had worn them really about the same,


And both that morning equally lay
In leaves no step had trodden black.
Oh, I kept the first for another day!
Yet knowing how way leads on to way,
I doubted if I should ever come back.


I shall be telling this with a sigh
Somewhere ages and ages hence:
Two roads diverged in a wood, and I—
I took the one less traveled by,
And that has made all the difference.