I debated doing this for a while. I prayed about it and thought and thought and thought. So now, the week of Christmas as all the house is still sleeping (besides me, of course ;) ) here it is...
Once upon a time, there was this girl who was 14 years old. Her mom found a deal on 5 weeks of group ski lessons at a local ski resort. She was really nervous when she arrived that day in January 1996. While waiting in the beginners area she saw a boy get off the ski lift and...she just knew! Thankfully her group was assigned to that boy and he was their instructor. He was 17 years old Billy. All of the girls in the ski group quickly nicknamed him, " Hot Billy The Ski Man" The girls would fight over who got to sit beside him on the ski lift. She would go back to her school and talk about him so much so that even the boys and teachers started to call him by that nickname...That 14 year old girl was me and that 17 year old was my future husband! Nearly 20 years later he's still, " Hot Billy" to me. Except it's more like - " Hot Billy the hardworking, super caring, awesome cook, talented musician, skilled builder, father of 6 - husband to formally anxious and overwhelmed / germophobic me."
You see, he has financially taken care our big ol' family all by himself for all these years. Always putting us first. Always there for us at nearly every after school event, pediatric appointment, prenatal appointment
( believe me, there were TONS of those! ;) ), and anything else you could imagine. He would give me breaks often. I would get a weekend away and he would be at home with the kids and he nearly always had a surprise waiting when I would return. And it was always a HUGE surprise, like the weekend I went to visit family and friends and he completely remodeled our kitchen all by himself - all while home with our then 4 kids, all under the age of 5!
He's always seemed superhuman. So patient and kind, never complaining always just taking care of us.
But, we have went through the ringer in these last few years. When our fifth child was born we had insurance but it did not cover pregnancy- unbeknownst to us. Then he was laid off from his job. He didn't panic and he didn't even really seem that stressed out. He just busted his butt to become a licensed and insured Class A Contractor. While doing so we tried to modify our loan for our home. He did this entirely by himself, always having to make phone calls to the mortgage company filling out TONS of paperwork and sending it in -doing everything that they told him to do. But, while in the process of doing that we got notification that they were going to foreclose on our house! By this time I was pregnant with number 6. He did everything that he was supposed to do according to our now former mortgage company and yet, here we were getting notification that our house was going to be foreclosed on in two weeks! They had already posted a picture of our house on the Internet! And we found out on our daughter's birthday! We had to act fast and we were advised to file bankruptcy to stop the foreclosure. All of this was incredibly stressful to our family. Work was picking up for Billy though, and he just kept on pushing forward. This left no time or money for our own house and the addition he had started building onto it years ago...
I was in a lot of pain towards the end of my pregnancy, all while homeschooling our 4 oldest children for the first time and taking care of our toddler. ( We have been changing diapers for over 12 YEARS STRAIGHT! Ha!!)
All of this has taken a toll on us both. I was always stressed and overwhelmed by our life. Even though we had A LOT of fun together as a family and boy, did Billy always make me laugh and make my heart melt... I was driving him crazy. I would call him at work and ask for help, ask him to please come home early, freaking out about time, germs, money, basically I let the " what its???" get the best of me. He never lost his temper with me, always wanted to cheer me up, and make me laugh
( seriously, he's like my own personal Jimmy Fallon). He wrote me songs, cooked us delicious meals, all of that and on top of everything else, he's the best dad I have ever seen! He's so involved and loving. He built our children their own custom beds. All ideas he came up with out of his head, mostly using some materials that he had left over from work. There is the barn bed with the real tin roof, the chicken coop bed, tractor bed with working headlights, and the castle bunk beds for our girls with real stone walls! Just unreal...
So how did we get here? How on earth are these two people who love each other so much, who have been blessed with 6 beautiful children - in this situation?!
Everyone has their breaking point and it all came crashing down on us. You can't always just be strong and keep on truckin'.
Our mortgage was adjusted but it just added 10 more years to our loan - basically, it's like we never paid a thing for the 10 years we have lived here and that alone is crushing to the soul. Add to that being the sole provider for a family of 8, running your own business, and being married to a very anxious (yet lovable) me.
So, my point in writing all of this ( and believe me, if you think this is long just wait til the book comes out! Because I will most definitely write one ;) ) ...
I WANT TO HELP! I want to ease the burden my husband has carried alone all these years. I want to save our home!!
We have fallen behind during these tough economic times and we are at risk of foreclosure again. Although he has some good jobs lined up for his business, it's going to be incredibly difficult to get out of this hole we are in.
Please help me save the home my husband has worked so hard for. The house he worked on nearly every night for two months before we moved into it. He would work all day, come home, make dinner, help me get the kids to bed, drive an hour to the house he had just bought us, work till about 2 a.m. and then drive back home to our then apartment and be at work by 7 a.m. the next day. All of that to surprise me in the end. He videotaped me as I walked in the first time seeing the personalized, thoughtful, and beautiful things he did to make our house a home.
Please help me make it up to him. Please help me save our sweet little home and finish the addition that he has started. He was always there for me anytime I was down for 19+ years and I want to return the favor. I have seen how God provides in even the most difficult situations that I could have never imagined we would be in.
Thank you all for reading this and considering helping our family.
Love and Peace,
PS: Here is our house. Billy built the sign on the door and I painted it. It reads, "Welcome To Our Happy Chaos".
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