Hensleigh house in Devon–not my home.

Should have happened in 1973 when we got married–but it did not.

It started 13 years in when my parents had their 50th celebration.

I just came full face onto what my family was in terms of values, habits, issues, etc and I knew Debbie and I had a different paradigm. I mean spiritual, emotional, life values, language and all kinds of big things that were impacting us daily.

So I am standing out under the old gigantic mulberry in fronts of the farm house in the dark bawling and affirming that I want our home to be ours and my life to be a reflection of how I was created. And more than anything I wanted my wife to have a husband that was not guided by the values and habits I was raised with. And I wanted out kids to have a Dad who was married to their mother, not to his family of origin.

It took time but it worked–old habits don’t die fast.