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Jacqulyn

Writers tasked with writing about themselves. You’d think it would be simple, the words would flow. There’s seemingly no other topic we’re more familiar with than ourselves, and yet so rarely are we the topic we choose. On that note, here goes nothing…

I’m a twice-married 40 year old mother of two, with a third on the way. My husband and I live in my hometown in Northwestern New Jersey, where my children will go to the same school I did, with the children of many of my childhood friends. Growing up here I couldn’t wait to leave, I never imagined I’d come back and make this place my home. Small town life leaves a lot to be desired, but there’s just something about the knowledge I don’t have to lock my doors, my kids can ride their bikes around my neighborhood and I know they’ll come home, and my neighbors will always be there to lend a hand or keep an eye on things.

We have a plethora of rescue animals running around as well. Three dogs, two cats, a snake, and two geese. They’re my favorite. They’re curious and loving and greet everyone who pulls in my driveway with a welcoming honk.

My son’s father and I were together on and off for the better part of a decade. We tried. We failed. And we tried and failed again. It takes an amount of growth and maturity to realize that “doing what’s best for the child” can sometimes mean splitting up, and that’s okay. We weren’t always friendly, sometimes we bordered on outright hostile, but with the benefit of time behind us and so much time ahead of us, we are in a good place now. We are able to be a truly blended family, our son the glue. We’ve lined up together on the sidelines of soccer fields and baseball fields, sat together at school concerts and parent-teacher meeting, my husband and I, he and his fiancé. And for this, we are lucky.

Since meeting my husband we’ve been through an international move, the death of my father, the purchase of our home, custody battles with his children in another country, the traumatic brain injury of my mother, the birth of our daughter, immigration delays, the pending birth of our son, and his oldest child choosing to emigrate here. Normal? What’s normal?

Professionally, I work in Digital Marketing & Social Media, and I operate and manage The Woolly Llama. The latter is my hobby I feel so lucky to get paid to do. I’ve been creating and crafting for most of my life and as I’ve gotten older and more and more babies have entered my circle, the idea maybe I should keep track of what I made developed, coming from the creation of one of a kind blankets as each one was born. And so with all the babies, The Woolly Llama was also born! On a whim, I thought I’d try selling some items and see what happened. I never imagined it would bring me here, and I’m so grateful it did!

The universe has a plan, for life and for love. My husband and I are from opposite sides of the world and we found each other, and we named our daughter Sagan to reflect that. We are on a mote of dust suspended in a sunbeam, and the universe has a plan!

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