Not many girls get to say that their husband is a professional juggler, just a handful I presume. I actually only know of a few myself. It’s not the typical answer people expect when they ask, “So, what does your husband do?” My answer to what my husband does is usually followed by, “Really?” Which I typically respond, “Yes, really, my husband is a professional juggler.” This usually requires a more lengthy answer because the person is not prepared with any of the typical follow up questions, such as “Where does he work?” My explanation is usually something like this: My husband is an entertainer. He has a teammate/business partner, Bill Berry, that he works with and they perform a comedy juggling show. They are Team Rootberry. They perform at colleges, corporate events, USO military tours and on cruise ships. This answer satisfies most of those typical questions they would ask, after which I get to have a very exciting conversation about the different aspects of my husband’s business and how he got into this juggling gig (starting with clown school…shhh don’t tell him I said.)  My husband has traveled extensively and I am hoping that he will be a guest writer on occasion to share with you some of his stories. Team Rootberry also teaches juggling workshops starting out with scarves. This is the most recent juggling workshop onboard a Royal Caribbean ship, which I was fortunate to be along for.

Bill Berry-center left | Jonathan Root-center right

This is my favorite word of all the words ever! Not just because I need it on a daily basis but because of what it represents to all of us-unmerited favor. In the real world in which we live we are constantly told that we have to earn money, earn respect, earn the right to do something or to even feel a certain way but not with grace. It’s just given, unmerited…you don’t have to earn your grace and that gives me the comfort and peace in which I live by.

It’s finally time. Time to start. Can I do this? I have been asking myself that a lot lately and it is time to find out. Jump in is what I think…with both feet…no trepidation. I thought about that this summer while I was in Bermuda. There was a massive school of fish that my husband wanted me to see, so I grabbed my mask and snorkel and began towards the ocean. Once there I found it difficult to get past the waves. My husband kept saying, “Just jump in” but I was being cautious and the waves kept pushing me back into shore. My husband came and got me and pulled me out until I was past the waves. Once past the waves I was free to explore the ocean and see the amazing school of thousands of tiny fish swimming in the ocean. What am I missing by not getting past those waves of fear? It’s time to find out.

My husband…my encourager!