Take It From Me

You Make it Easy

"I like that verse," I said, sitting back into the cushy couch at Hunter's studio, "you're so talented sweetheart." I looked across the table and Hunters lips curled into a smile, his eyes shimmering.

"You make it easy," he chuckled, penning it down quick, "there's the title." He slid his note pad to a fellow writer in the circle. Eli nodded and pulled out his phone to email a contact. "Want to break for lunch?" I nodded and stood up. Heading out the door hand in hand, we talked about the kids, school and the upcoming summer break. "Do you miss being on stage?" Hunter said, sipping his sweet tea.

"I do, but our kids are just everywhere right now and I just want to soak up every second of it." I outstretched my hand to Hunter, "I am so blessed and grateful to live this life alongside you. I hope you don't mind my writing time and mom time."

"Babe, you're an amazing mom." He squeezed my hand, reaffirming his words, "I am so lucky you hold everything together the way you do. If you want to sing, sing. If you want to write, that's great. If you decide you want to ride horses and be a mom, then I love it. Do whatever you want." He held my hand and we talked until our food arrived. Part way through our meal, Hunter's phone rang. "Oh really? That's great. Thanks Eli." With a smile, he said, "Tyler Rich just picked up our song."

"Oh wow," I smiled, raising my glass, "cheers!" As we wrapped up lunch, my phone buzzed. "This is Jenna." On the other end of the phone was the principal from the kids school, and I sat back down, baffled by what I was hearing. "Just Beckett? And on the playground? Yeah, I'm just about to wrap up a meeting and I'll be right there." I hung up the phone and locked eyes with Hunter. "Beckett caught sight of someone taking pictures in the bushes during lunch recess. He's kind of freaked out."