If you know me and my story then you can just skip right on past this post! Just getting my new friends caught up!
January 25th. A cherry ring pop, on his knee was all it took to make me his girlfriend. A proposal of sorts. Little did I know that I would be professing my love 2 weeks later. You see, I was NOT “that” girl. I was the “don’t call me, I’ll call you” girl. The 28 year old divorced single mom that was convinced that I was destined to be alone, and quite fine with it actually. Girls nights and hanging with my Little guy were all I thought I needed.
BOY WAS I WRONG.
A few weeks post ring pop, “I love you” came spewing out of my mouth so awkwardly that I think it caught us both by surprise! There was no doubt it was too soon to be in love.(well by society’s standards anyways) Let me tell you I am now a very firm believer in “when you know, you know.” I had never been so sure about anything. He was everything I didn’t think I wanted, and everything my dad did not want me to bring home! Tattooed bartender in a band. Was it a rebellious act? Maybe at first. But one hour in to our first date and I knew this was different.
2 pink lines were all I saw on May 5th. 4 months after becoming his girlfriend. I have to tell him this? The man I’ve never even had a disagreement with? “Can you come over? we need to talk” He was freaked out. I think he thought I was breaking up with him. Wouldn’t you know he walked right in and said “you’re pregnant.” Followed by “still wanna go grab dinner?” Shut it down. He didn’t hesitate just said he loved me and was ready for this. Whatever it entailed. He was prepared for the long haul. Cinco was not so de drinko. Well for me anyways.
During that 40 weeks I was sicker than a dog, we were forced to relocate our business meaning purchase a building and do a build out from literally scratch in 8 weeks.(some permits can take 8 weeks) Stressful is the only word I have. We moved to our first home together, Eric proposed, and then Cashy was born. We decided that it would be best for Eric to quit his job and jump head first into this crazy world of women, and that is exactly what he did. Stayed home with the baby(he had zero baby experience) and managed the salon part time(he had zero salon experience). I cannot imagine how hard that must have been for him, talk about a COMPLETE 360 from where he was 10 months prior. He took it in stride and never wavered in his commitment to me, our family or our business.
July of that year we decided to tie the knot in Nashville. Eric’s dad lives there and offered to let us use his beautiful riverfront property. We planned a wedding in 6 months, got hitched and partied down with our best friends. That did not suck.
A few months later we decided to look into opening a sister salon, with a bit of a different structure which included employees. Built it out in about 3 months, hired a staff, thought we had promoted all we needed, opened the doors and……… NO ONE came. HAHA!
This is not a joke. Literally. DEAD. Again, SO Stressful. Decided we over hired and made some cut backs. That helped a bit. I had all these plans to mentor the shit out of these girls. I was going to build them from babies into self-employed rock stars. HOWEVER The greater powers that be had another plan. Instead I woke up feeling very ill one Wednesday morning that happened to be London’s first day at school. Decided to take a pregnancy test. Knowing it of course would be negative. We had no intentions of another baby. Low and behold, TWO PINK LINES. No. freaking. way. I ran in the bedroom and threw a pillow at my snoring husband. “Look!” and he just smiled ear to ear.
From September to December I was VIOLENTLY ill. Like lay on the bathroom floor all day ill. Eric had to take care of everything. He took it in stride and again never wavered in his commitment to his family. Cash turned 2 and the “Terrible” set in. Between rinsing my puke bowls and doing 2 year old damage control, Eric decided a vasectomy HAD to happen. HA! Can you blame him? After his “surgery” (which by the way was no problem so quit letting your husbands make excuses) we took the boys on a “baby moon” to Palm Springs and Disneyland. 36 weeks pregnant in April in So Cal. All for the sake of one last trip as the 4 of us.
Fast forward to today. We had our baby girl a few months ago, Bought our first home, are pivoting our entire focus of our second business and all is well in The McGahuey household…….
I often hear “You are just still in the honeymoon phase” when I talk about my hubs. UHHHHHHH(clears throat)……THERE WAS NO HONEYMOON. Let’s not forget Eric walked into my ready-made family.
The point is that we have had so many things that could have broken us come our way that didn’t. I am writing this because I want you to have some back ground on me and my marriage before writing my next few posts.
We have some serious business to address starting with the ever so famous quote “Relationships are a lot of work”
But do they have to be?
See you next time! Thanks for following!
♥Keila Nicole♥
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