In 2013, my husband Keith and I decided to blend our families together on the beach in Destin. It was a small ceremony, as most second marriages are, but it was the best day of my life next to having my two children. I often look back at my first marriage, with disgust mind you, but also with a sense of complete appreciation. Out of my horrible first marriage was born two of the coolest kids I know and yes, I am biased. Who the hell isn’t when it comes to their children? For 16 years, I fought and struggled trying to figure out how to blend myself into another man’s life. It was a battle, I can assure you. Blending with my first husband was NOT going to happen and unfortunately it took me 16 years to figure that out. My consolation prizes were my children so all was not lost. My new husband, Keith, is the epitome of the best a father and husband can be. He has raised his three children for the last 7 years quite successfully. Yes, they see their mother on Wednesday nights, every other weekend, and for a month in June, but they live with us as a family of 7. Everyday something new pops up for us to deal with, which isn’t surprising when you have ages 17, 16, 15, 14, and 13. The dreaded teenage year. With the help of our large village, God, and our parents, I’d say we are doing alright.