I built it with her.
I lean back against the porch railing, eyes tracking across the land that’s ours—wide open fields, cattle grazing, the sun dipping low enough to paint everything gold.
Jersey Iron Ranch.
It’s real now.
Solid.
Untouchable.
Just like we planned.
Just like we dreamed about in whispered conversations that feel like a lifetime ago.
Back when I didn’t know if I deserved her.
Back when I damn near lost her.
My jaw tightens for half a second at that thought—but it passes.
Because she’s here.
She stayed.
And I’ll spend the rest of my life making damn sure she never regrets that choice.
A laugh drifts across the yard, pulling my attention to the side of the house.
Esme.
My wife.
Camera in hand, talking animatedly to it like she always does, her whole face lit up with that fire she’s got inside her.
“—and that’s a wrap on Driving Round Jersey With Esme!” she says, spinning once for the camera, her smile so bright it hits me straight in the chest.
God.
I fucking love her.
More now than I ever did before.
Which is saying something.
Because I’ve been gone for her since day one.
She’s done it.
Built something from nothing.
Again.
This new series?
Blew up.
Local businesses, women-owned spots, hidden gems—she turned it into something bigger than just a vlog.
