When we arrived in Plymouth, the work on our new office space had only recently been finished. Some walls had been removed, others had been added, and everything was painted. Other than that, it was a blank canvas.
After packing up what seemed to be an ever-expanding mass of boxes, we set out to begin our 40-plus hour drive to Massachusetts with my wife, our 5-year-old son, Jackson, our 8-month-old black lab puppy, Stella, and everything that was left when the movers drove off with our trailer which included things like 50 hangers, a bag of flour, a water gun, two laundry baskets, and a cowboy hat. All of that sounded like a recipe for disaster to me, but it wasn’t at all. We had to do some serious editing the next morning, so that whoever wasn’t driving still had circulation in their legs, but it was surprisingly enjoyable.
Stephanie and I met when we were twelve, in junior high and went to high school together as well. We were friends in high school but went to college in different states and didn’t really have any contact until after we graduated. A year or so after we graduated, we ran in to each other back in our hometown and started talking again. It didn’t take long to realize how much we had in common and for us to decide we should be together. We now have a 5-year-old son, named Jackson, who is an incredible kid. He’s smart, creative, empathetic, and funny. Of course he has his moments, but people always comment on how well behaved he is and how well he listens. We credit a good amount of this to our ABA background, the rest is just his personality.