Ben and I had a meeting this morning at 11am with our good friend, Derek, who is a wealth management consultant over at Merrill Lynch.  Actually, I’m such a finance space shot that I don’t even know if he “works for ML” or if he’s just in their building and owns his own practice or if that’s even what you call running your own wealth management business…or, honestly, if that’s even…

   8 years. How did this happen? How did ANY of this happen? How did I, 8 years ago, end up on a beach in Cape Cod, looking in those eyes…those Ben Bergeron eyes…and, hear him promise me that he would love me forever, he would never ever leave me, he would care for me, he would raise a family with me, he would support me in anything I wanted to do in life, and…

     This one goes out to the folks in the world that think CrossFit gyms are full of a bunch of self-absorbed exercise addicts that are so irresponsible with their own competitive nature that they’re willing to just go faster and harder until they ultimately get hurt. Including pregnant women, but that’s a whole separate rabbit hole that I’ll go down at some point down the road. I took my husband, Ben’s, class this…