sounds old fashioned as hell to say that spending my life with Jace has become my passion in life, but it’s true and I don’t really care how it sounds. Becoming a mother pulled something out of me that I hadn’t known existed. Suddenly, I no longer cared about parties or colleges or trying to look cool on social media in an effort to make people jealous. People that I didn’t even care about.
Becoming a mother gave me more purpose than anything else ever did. And I’ve had people tell me that being a loving housewife and mom is a full time job of its own, but even that didn’t feel right, not fully. It wasn’t until Jace and Park started their business that I realized where I belong in this crazy adventure called life.
We’re a family and we’ll be the kind of family that sticks together and works together. I am beyond thrilled to be lucky enough to work in Jace’s new business. Although Jace says I can probably learn everything I need to know about running the admin and office part of the business by searching online, I really want to go to college. I want to do this right and I want to make something of myself. I don’t want to just slip into a free job without any qualifications and have to fumble through life faking it until I figure out what I’m doing.
I want to make this business just as great as Jace and Park will with their motocross knowledge. So I’m going to college, even if it is a couple of years later than my friends. There are a ton of great business degree options at LCC but unfortunately I can’t start taking classes until next semester in January. That’s still five months away and the business will be in full operation before I even get to enroll. It’s hard to keep all the negative thoughts at bay, but I’m trying. I just have to keep reassuring myself that everything I want will happen with time.
Jett sleeps in his playpen at the new business. It’s a week after the weird cable guy incident, and now we’ve painted the walls a greyish silver color that the guys really liked, hung up Becca’s inspirational artwork, and installed two TVs that are mounted to the wall. The hardwood floors have also been installed and now I plan to shop for some fluffy decorative rugs to lay down. This room is the best room in the building so far.
All of the other rooms have had new flooring and paint, so they’re finished but not decorated. Our front office will be the first place people see when they step inside, so we’ve made the floor black and white checkerboard tiles to fit with a motocross theme. The front counter is stainless steel and a ton of motocross décor decorates the room. Park and Jace did most of that work and the place looks awesome.
All we’re missing is a sign. And we can’t get a sign until we think of a name for the business.
I take another look at Jett, confirming that he’s still sleeping soundly, and then I turn on the baby monitor and hook the other one onto the pocket of my jean shorts. I venture through the hallways that smell like fresh paint and follow the sound of a truck peeping as it backs up. At the far end of the building, where the gym room is, there’s a metal garage door that can roll up to let people walk from outside in the track area into the gym.
It looks like our delivery of gym equipment is here. Jace gives me a quick hug as he looks over a clipboard, checking off each item off the list of what they’ve ordered. I watch as the delivery guys set up a row of treadmills and elliptical machines before moving onto the heavy weight equipment. There’s barbells and weight benches and intricate setups that I’ve never seen before.
Jace and Park are like children on Christmas morning, eyes wide and sparkly as they watch all of the new items arrive. “Dude, let’s cancel our gym membership today. We don’t need it anymore,” Park says. Jace fits bumps him and they both get the idea at the same time.
“Hmm . . .” Jace says, glancing from Park to