Hello fans! Welcome to my new blog!
For some time now I’ve been considering starting a blog, but I struggled with what exactly my message was. So I delved into the heart of my books, and it dawned on me that the underlying message of my books was the same as the underlying message of my life—that love conquers all. Yes, I know, it sounds corny, but that is the one thing that life has repeatedly taught me, and the one thing that rings true for all of my stories, past, present and future.
So for my first blog post, I’d like to share with you the story of the journey to meeting my husband and soul mate, Eric Barr. From as early as I can remember, I was obsessed with the idea of love. At age three, my best friend and I would re-enact love scenes from Disney movies, alternating who had to be the male paramour and who got to be the princess. And at age four, I had my first of many crushes on a boy named Brett who had cute blond hair and a lisp. Every decision I ever made in my adolescence was ultimately about finding love.
That was, until I got into high school, at which I became obsessed with losing my virginity. I tried and failed several times to give myself to someone just for the sake of having the experience, convinced that the reason I hadn’t found love was that my virginity was getting in the way, because many times the fact that I was a virgin had scared off potential suitors. But even in the moments that things were going my way and it would have been all too easy to have sex, I got scared and messed up the opportunity. I knew that intimacy just didn’t feel right with any of these guys, and it just had to feel right or it wasn’t worth it.
When I got through college and had given up on my quest for love, that’s when I met Eric. He found me drunk on the sidewalk of a party after my most recent near-sex-experience and, like a gentlemen, walked me back to the party. We started out as friends, and I kept him in the friend zone for months because I thought I was done with love. But when it’s real, it’s inescapable and irresistible. It was only when I had stopped looking that I was finally able to see it, and when I realized I was falling in love with him, I fell hard. Because I wasn’t viewing him as a potential mate, I was able to open up to him and be completely honest with him. He knew all of my flaws and quirks—and there are a lot of them haha—and he still loved me.
Now seven years later, we have two beautiful little girls and I couldn’t be happier. Sure, we have our little squabbles now and then, and we struggled hard through a year of my postpartum depression after our first daughter, but always the love has been there holding us together. I have seen my girl friends go through divorces and terrible heartbreaks, and I can’t imagine a stronger or truer love than what I have with Eric.
So, for all you teenage girls out there who rush into sex, please hold out. If it doesn’t feel right, keep waiting and you will find your soul mate. It’s usually when you stop looking for something that it finds you. And sometimes it finds you drunk on the sidewalk.