There are days that I wonder how I got here.  Then I realize that I am putting together this puzzle piece by piece.  I realize that my lack of fear in failure has granted me the ability to try new things. I realize how many hours and with total passion and abandon I give on a daily basis. I realize that hard work empowers not paralyzes me.  I realize that I got lucky in the development of a product people want and love.  How did I get here?  One jar at a time!

I never realize how much I love where I live as when I arrive home after traveling. I love the comfort, the surroundings and the genuine sense of what matters.  I walk through the house touching things and looking at every room as if it had a voice and a feeling all its own.  I know that if it was able to speak, my house would tell you that we love it through and through, even when it costs a small fortune to fix something.  It is said that  "home is where the heart is", and I'm happy to report that my heart finds its residence right along with the rest of us, every single time.