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The “F” Word

9 Jan 2023 11:25

I guess I should start out with the meaning behind PB&K. P is for Porter, B is for Blake and K is for Knox. Porter is my first baby boy. He is my 6 year old who is your typical oldest child, very OCD, my thinker, my rule follower and has a huge heart. He is always telling me I look beautiful and constantly looking for ways to help me. Blake is my husband. We have been married for 10.5 years and have known each other our whole lives, literally. My aunt and his mom have been friends since they were in junior high. We didn’t date until we were 22 and 23, but once we finally started dating we were engaged 6 months later and married 9 months after that. Knox is my little guy. He is 3.5 and full of energy, laughter and spunk. He has eyes that captivate anyone and a personality that can draw anyone in. He is my trouble maker and rule breaker, but man is he fun and lovable. So now I am sure you are wondering why I titled this PB&K and where I fit into this crazy, fun life? Well peanut butter and jelly sandwiches are my husbands love language and now also Porter’s. So much so that we had specialty “PB&J’s” made for our late night snacks at our wedding. Small waffle cones with peanut butter and spicy apricot jelly and …. Were passed around. We still have PB&J’s in several different variations in our house at least 3-4 days a week. I like to think I am the “and”, my name is Ashley, which starts with an “A”, but I also like to think I am the “and” that keeps us all together. So maybe I am the bread in your typical PB&J’s because without the bread you’re just going to be eating the peanut butter and jelly off a knife and while that doesn’t sound terrible I don’t think you get the same effect. The bread is the start of the sandwich. That’s what I think our roles as moms and wives should be, the thing that keeps the family together, the start of something great and the “and” in every aspect. My husband is the leader of our home and I am the “and” that keeps us all together.

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