The man behind the scenes...

Today, as I ponder on the past 5 weeks I find myself in such emotional disarray.  I'm excited that I made it to regionals.  I'm nervous that I made it to regionals.  I'm sad that the open is over.  I'm happy that the open is over.  I'm up and down and all over the place.  And for those of you that know me well, this comes as no surprise.  I wear my emotions on my sleeve for all to see...an open book...more readable than Dr. Suess' Green Eggs and Ham.  

And the one person who gets it all is the man that has been willing to stand behind me and gently prod me through each and every moment leading up to today.  

We've all heard that saying, behind every successful man is a woman.  But what about the man that takes the woman and walks along side her and teaches her and guides her and mentors her and then slowly pushes her in front of him as he takes a step back and lets her bask in the glory...of EVERYTHING he's helped her do?  

What about the man that does all of this and expects nothing in return?  What about the man that boasts each week about her accomplishments and is so proud that he can't stop telling her what a great job she is doing?

I have that man.  I have a man that will stop short of nothing to ensure my success.  Behind this successful woman is a man that gives her his everything each and every day.

James Edward Turnbo the III I love you with every ounce of my being.  I love you for holding me when I cry.  I love you for pushing me when I want to stop.  I love you for your silence (even though sometimes it makes me crazy).  I love you for knowing when I need pushed and knowing when I need coddled.  I love you for listening to me talk and talk and talk about my strategy...and letting me figure it out by myself.  I love you for ALWAYS being there when I work out.  Not speaking just present.  I love you for boasting about me each and every week.  I love you for all the times I didn't want to go on - encouraging me that I had what it takes.  I love you for making me coffee and serving me breakfast in bed when I was too exhausted to get out of it.  I love you for rubbing my sore legs, back, shoulder...and yes my booty;0)  I love you for loving me, even on the days I was so mean and had nothing positive to say. 

Jim will never boast or brag about himself.  But I will.  To the most handsome man I know - you have made me able to do what I do and I could never thank you or repay you.  My love of my life, my soulmate, my husband, my coach, my best friend.  You are my everything!!