Yesterday was an anniversary.
It wasn’t the anniversary of my wedding, or the day I found out I was pregnant. Nothing like that.
Instead, it was the 10-year anniversary of the day my husband quit his job and, along with two friends, created a company. My first son was 2 1/2. My second was only two months old.
It was a leap of faith to do this thing, to create a new entity, to rely on ourselves, with no “real” company to support us. It was exciting, and it was scary.
We have marveled through the years at how this idea, these notes they had on pieces of paper, became real. In the beginning, they worked in our homes, then moved onto Kinko’s. Their first office space was a rented conference room in a large law firm. We can laugh at that, now.
Over the years their business grew. They quickly rented their own office space. They outgrew that building and found a new home. They outgrew that one, too. They created jobs. They supplied services. They even made
Inc. Magazine’s list of the 500 fastest growing small companies in America.
It’s been an up-and-down ride, this creating of a business. But today, in a time when our country’s economy is faltering and our state is hemorrhaging jobs, the company he and his friends started employs over 100 people. The idea that families are fed because of the idea they conceived amazes me. It hasn’t been an easy road. I admire all of them. I’m proud of them. And I’m thankful that they’ve persevered. Very thankful.
Happy Anniversary!
When I was younger and more naïve, when I was attending college in the Northeast and considering how I’d make my way in the world, and when I was much more certain about how things ought to be done, I often said this to my friends: “I could live a lot of places. I’d live on either coast, or even in Texas. I just wouldn’t want to live in the middle. I mean, why would you?” 
