Because I am Angry...

Because I am angry...

I want to thank everyone for the response to my blog post yesterday and quickly ask for a follow-up action. If you feel the same way as me then please take a couple minutes today to speak up. (Literally speak, for real, with your voice.) 

Please call your state senators and express your support of S.1881. If you live in Oklahoma you can call:

U.S. Senator James Lankford

(202) 224-5754

U.S. Senator James Inhofe

(202) 224-4721

If you do not live in Oklahoma you can look up your state's representatives here.

S.1881 is a bill to defund Planned Parenthood. The bill halts federal funding of Planned Parenthood and it's affiliates and ensures that the amount of federal funding set aside for women's health will not be decreased, but redirected to other facilities that provide women's non-abortion health care services. Read the text of the bill here.

If you are from my generation... actually using your phone for a phone call can be scary. But this bill could be voted on as early as Monday (Aug. 3rd.) So be brave and dial! When I called just now no one answered, (I'm sure it's because it's the weekend) but I was able to leave a message. If you're not sure what to say, here is a rough transcript of my message. Feel free to adapt and use it yourself.

"Hello, my name is Karen Privott, I am a resident of Chandler, OK. I was calling to express my support of S.1881. I wanted to thank Senator __________ for co-sponsoring the bill and let him know that I want him to continue to push for the investigation and defunding of Planned Parenthood and any other tax-payer funded facility that performs abortions. Thank you for standing up for the right to life of the unborn."

Both Oklahoma Senators, Lankford and Inhofe, co-sponsored S.1881. To see if your Senator is a co-sponsor check here.

Why should I call if they already support this bill? Good question! Our elected officials are supposed to represent us. The more they hear from us and know the desires of those they are representing the better they will be able to discern what is "the will of the people" and act accordingly.

If you do not live in Oklahoma and have the ability to contact a Senator who has not co-sponsored the bill... please do so and urge everyone you know in your state to do the same thing.

Other articles if you are interested:

The Gospel Coalition

Focus on the Family

The Wall Street Journal

Tonight I Am Angry

Dear Little Monkey,

Tonight, I am angry.

It's 2AM. You woke about 45 mins ago and were absolutely certain I hadn't fed you in days. I peeled myself out of my oh-so-comfortable bed. I left the warm arms of the love of my life, gathered you up and came to a cold living room to nurse. (After we made a pit stop at the changing table because you had wet through your diaper, onesie and swaddle blanket.) As you satisfied your tiny tummy hot tears began forming behind my eyes. My head aches and my stomach is tight. 

Tonight, I am angry.

Hormones. They might have something to do with it, but I kind of doubt it. I've felt these tears before. Long before you were even an idea in your father and I's mind. They are tears that come when something is wrong. An ache in my forehead and pit of my stomach that tells me something is very unfair, but also that there isn't much I can do about it. 

Tonight, I am angry.

You are finished now. Easily you relaxed the tight pinch of your jaw and began breathing deeper, more steadily. You are sound asleep while I sit here trying to control my shallow gasps without waking you. My emotions are raw and I'm wide awake again as is often the norm after your cries at 1 in the morning. 

Tonight, I am angry.

Your sweet tiny arm is extended over my chest. I slide a finger under your hand. In your sleep you grip my pinky and I bring your precious fingers up to my lips. I press a lingering kiss on your knuckles and sigh as one of those tears falls to you wrist. 

Tonight, I am angry. 

Tonight, I am sad.

I am not angry with you. As much as I thought I would hate these interruptions to my sleep I actually find them beautiful. Sometimes when we're here at 2, 3, or 4 in the morning I stare at your handsome face and wonder if I'll ever even need sleep again. I might would rather trace your cheeks with my fingertips, cup your little feet in my hand and stroke your toes with my thumb. (I wonder sometimes at all the places these beautiful little feet will travel.) 

Yes. Tonight I am angry, but certainly not with you.

I am angry that I live in a world where you were not protected just 6 months ago. Up until January 11th, 2015 I could have ended your life with absolutely no consequences from the governing body of the county we live in. The government that is supposedly founded on the idea that "all men are created equal." The same one that says it believes that all men are, "endowed by their Creator with certain unalienable Rights, (and) among these are Life..." You, my precious son, were not afforded that right for the first 5 months of your life and that makes me angry.

You won't remember it firsthand, but you were born during a huge debate over what equality and those unalienable Rights should look like in our country. That phrase has been waved about in the last couple of months over and over again. However, on January 11th, even though you had a heart that had been beating for around 120 days, you were not considered equal with other men who were older than you. I could have paid someone to stop your heartbeat that day, or any before it, and I would not have had to answer to anyone.

Now, little monkey, I want you to know, that was never something I ever, EVER considered, but unfortunately, not everyone feels the same way. On January 11th, there were babies who were not wanted for one reason or another and on that day (and every day before and after) there were little ones just like you who's hearts were stopped on purpose. They were not allowed their Right to Life, and that is what makes me both angry and sad.

I am sad for all those little lives that have not been allowed to continue. I am sad for all the mommies who feel like they have no choices, no options, but to stop little beating hearts. I am sad for all the lies that are told that ultimately keep little mouths shut forever. I look at you and think back to a day when you had only been being formed for 6 weeks. Your daddy and I held our breath and choked back tears as the doctors tried To See A Heart Beat and performed various other test to see if you were alive. Then there it was, your tiny beating heart appeared as a pulsing smudge on a screen! I am sad that the world is so messed up that it looks at tiny hearts, arms and legs and simultaneously call them not a human but also fit for research about humans.

Your mommy and daddy are going to do some things in your lifetime to help fix this wrong. It's going to be a topic you'll hear about from us. You'll hear us praying about it. You'll hear us talking about it. You'll see us doing things to try to protect little ones just like you, who can't speak for themselves. It's probably going to make your life different, but don't worry about that little monkey, just snuggle close here with me. 

Tonight, I am angry.
Tonight, I am sad.
Tonight I have a clearer understanding of my feelings toward this injustice.
And, tonight I am thankful that your sweet little body is asleep here in my arms.

~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~ ~

UPDATE: Because I am Angry

Confession #16 : Why do you need to be good?

Dear Little Monkey,

Yesterday while mommy was shopping I overheard something from another momma in the grocery store. As I passed by her cart the little guy in the seat, maybe 4 or 5, was attempting (and from the looks of it succeeding) to stand up and make a jump for his freedom.

"Carson! Sit down!"

Carson had apparently been a handful today and as I browsed the many sliced cheese options he hurumphed his displeasure and started to throw what I can only assume would have been a Class A tantrum. Before he could get his lungs filled up for a scream his mother caught him by the arm, bent her mouth close to his ear, quieted her voice but still said loudly enough for me to hear...

"Remember what you learned Sunday?"

Carson was immediately defeated. He slumped back still and muttered, "I have to be good."

"That's right." Mom agreed. "And why do you need to be good."

What the little guy said next broke my heart. I was honestly expecting something like, "Because Christmas is coming." Or "I'll get in trouble if I don't." but what he said was...

"So that Jesus will like me."

Wait, what? No.

No! No. No. No. No!

My sweet little monkey. Your daddy and I are already planning to teach you about Jesus. We're going to be taking you to church and we want you to learn about all kinds of amazing things our God has done before and what He can still do now.

One thing we will teach you is how much Jesus loves you. How much He likes you and how much He wants what is best for you. We'll teach (and show) you that since we know Jesus loves us we want to honor Him, obey Him and treat Him like our King.

I know that can get confusing. I had it backwards for a long time myself. (And my daddy is a preacher!) But we never do anything SO THAT Jesus will like us. He already likes us. He likes you way more than mommy and daddy like you. (And we like you to the moon and back!) He likes you when you are being a good little monkey and He likes you just the same when you are being a bad little monkey.

I know it will take some time before you can understand all that, but I just want to always be clear, starting from day T-27Weeks, Jesus already likes you. You can't be bad enough for Him to like (or love) you any less, and you can't be good enough for Him to like (or love) you anymore than He already does.

Never forget that.

Love,
Mommy

Confession #15 : Becoming My Parents

First off I have to start with a quick apology for the length of time between posts. Zac and I are still recovering from all that went down in the 30 day period known as September. We launched Privott Law Firm L.L.C., we found out we were pregnant, we started planning to move to Chandler and we had a scare with our baby. It's was a long/exciting month.

As I adjust to being preggers I've been taking in a TON of information on babies, child raising, what to expect from my pregnant and rapidly changing body and lots and lots of other baby-related subjects. One of the things I'm trying to do is practice some relaxation techniques.

If you know me, you know that I thrive on being busy. (I was down with "morning sickness" for a little over 48 hours last week and it about drove me stir-crazy.) So in an effort to get some extra rest, slow myself down, and begin preparing myself for the addition of a tiny human in my life I have started trying to do Yoga for Preggo's 4 times a week.

Stop laughing. I'm looking at you Leslie Taylor!! (Side note: I tried regular yoga once while we were roommates. I think her very favorite picture of me is possibly the one she snapped just at the moment I fell to the ground, pretzeled in pain, in my new pair of yoga pants. To her credit... it was pretty stinking funny.)

As part of the exercise I spend the last 10 mins doing deep breathing exercises and thinking about our baby, praying for him or her, and thinking about what type of parent I was to be.

I've realized that mostly... I want Zac and I to become our parents. Of course there are little exceptions here and there, but on the whole, our parents rocked and I think I can sum it up in two things they modeled for us.

They taught us to be fearless and creative.

As most of you know I moved to Florida and worked for Mickey Mouse for a semester after I graduated from college. When my internship was over my mom flew out to meet me and make the drive home with me. Before we left for Oklahoma we spent a last couple of days in the parks together. It was a really great unwind time for me. We went around to all my favorite spots. I told mom stories about what I had done here or there and we enjoyed my last couple of days in Orlando together.

One evening we were sitting on a bench near my favorite spot to see the castle sharing a drink. I'll never forget talking with mom about some of my plans and hopes at the time. In the course of that conversation, she told me that she had always wanted me to be independent and fearless. Although she had missed me a ton while I was gone she was proud that I was the type of person who was willing and excited to move 1000 miles away on a big adventure. Zac's parents raised him to be is this type of guy too. He studied abroad in Scotland for a semester, and moved to New York City for a film internship during a summer. He's not afraid to pack up and take a risk either.

My mom mentioned the time I flew home from Estonia by myself as an unaccompanied minor. I was 14 and basically the airlines lost track of me. There had been a delayed flight and a change of plans. I hadn't been concerned with it. I got myself to the right terminal and gate, called mom and dad from a pay phone to let them know of the flight change and got myself back to OKC. In the middle of the flight from NY to OKC I was woken up by a stewardess who informed me that my "unaccompanied minor's paperwork" had not made the hand-off. In other words, if I had waited for the airline to reassign me an escort to the correct gate... I would have been spending the night in NY.

Another time I remember being taught to be brave was the summer that I was 8 years old. We were at the Reed's house for a 4th of July party and lots of the kids were out back lighting fireworks. I was afraid of lighting anything because everyone was using cigarette-style lighters and I was afraid of burning my thumb. I don't know exactly how this part came about, but my dad noticed I wasn't joining in on the fun. He left the area where the adult were all chatting in lawn chairs and walked out to the field area where all the kids were.

He showed me how to use the lighter and assured me that even though I did need to be careful, I didn't have to be afraid. He let me practice some, then had me light a smoke bomb. Oh my goodness! He may have later regretted that little lesson when I proved myself to be somewhat of a pyro, but still, he let me do it by myself. He taught me how, made sure I was okay with it and then turned me loose on my family size pack of smoke bombs!

Something else that Zac and I have talked about that we really appreciate our parents doing is allowing us to have lots of un-structured time. It gave us time to learn how to use our imaginations and encouraged our creativity.

One of Zac's family stories is the time he wrote and directed a Christmas play for he and his cousins to put on. I've been promised there are photos from that somewhere, but haven't seen them yet. Apparently to help fix some casting problems (more parts than cousins) Zac created a backpack that he could wear with two additional heads attached. It turned out that instead of having three Wise Men, this play had a three-headed Wise Man.

Another thing that we know encourages creativity... reading. Joan told me this past weekend that her rule for her kiddos was that she would not always buy them new a toy, but she would always buy them a book if they wanted to read. What a great way to encourage our kiddo(s) to enjoy reading! Another time with my dad that I really cherished was reading before bed. When I was younger (through 5th or 6th grade) dad would always read a chapter of a book to me before bed. (We read all 6427 Boxcar Children books that way.)

So basically, I am deciding now that I WANT to become my parents. I don't want to be the parent that we see all too often that keeps my kiddos in a bubble. I want to allow them to do the stuff that will cause scrapes and bruises. I plan on kicking my kiddos out of the living room to explore the backyard for a few hours at a time without a schedule of backyard exploring activities. Zac is already planning, and very excited, to read aloud The Chronicles of Narnia and other books to our kiddos.

So... feedback time!! I obviously have no idea what I'm doing and I would love to hear your input on things to keep in mind as I plan to be a parent. Fun things that encourage fearlessness and creativity and pitfalls to watch out for. Or things that you know about our parents that would be awesome for us to emulate. I reserve the right to not adhere to everything everyone says, but Zac and I really would enjoy hearing your thoughts! Thanks!

P.S.- Jen Hatmaker has a great blog post about raising Brave Kids. Check it out!

Confession #14 : To See A Heart Beat

Her voice changed as soon as I said it. I was no longer talking to a chipper receptionist, but a serious medical professional.

"How long has this been happening?" She asked quickly.

"It just started, no more than an hour ago." I could tell she was writing down my answers.

She asked a few more questions and I worked to keep my voice from shaking as I answered her.

"Yes, this is my first."
"No, no pain today. I had a few cramps a week ago, but nothing horrible."
"Yes, I'll hold."

My Dr. wasn't available at the moment, but she said she would talk to him as soon as he got out of an exam. She told me to keep my phone close and they would call back asap.

I walked back into Zac's office. He was discussing some research with another attorney at his desk so I just sat quietly at my computer at the table. Pretty soon they finished and after Zac walked his colleague out I asked him to close the blinds on the door. When he turned around he could tell I was upset.

"Zac, there might be something wrong with our baby."

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Zac and I went through a really stressful 24 hours this week. My doctor did call back fairly quickly and sent us to the hospital for some tests and then straight to his office for an exam and to talk about what would happen next.

We called our parents who all headed to Stillwater to meet us at the hospital. I sent a couple of texts to some close friends and asked them to pray for us and our baby and told them we would let them know what was going on when we knew more.

My doctor went through a few signs and symptoms with us. He said this is obviously something we need to take seriously because it could be a sign of miscarriage, but that we had a couple of things going for us that pointed away from that.

Admitting that it was easier said than done he told us to try to relax as best as two very newbie parents could. He devised a plan for the rest of the week. Ultrasound on Wednesday, more blood work on Thursday and a phone call/possible appointment on Friday.  He told us to settle in because most likely we wouldn't have any conclusive answers until Friday.

Tuesday night was rough. We left the hospital and went to Perkins to eat dinner with my parents, then stopped by Zac's parents house on the way back home. I would love to tell you that I just had this overwhelming peace that God was in control and that I didn't need to worry about it... but that would be a lie. A big, fat lie. I was worried - scared, upset, and worried

Zac and I stayed up watching The Office on netflix late into the night. (We knew we wouldn't have been sleeping anyway.) And when we were finally ready for bed we prayed together. We prayed (read: begged) that God would allow our baby to continue to grow. We prayed (again, begged, with tears) that if something was wrong He would simply just fix it and keep our baby healthy. We tried to stand on faith as best as we could and admitted that He is in control of the situation no matter the outcome.

And I asked for one thing that was kinda bold. I almost didn't ask, because I didn't want to be disappointed, but I decided to ask anyway. I asked God to see a heart beat at the ultrasound in the morning.

You see, our doctor had said that he wasn't expecting much from the ultrasound.

"Basically we're looking to see if we can find a heartbeat. Don't get your hopes up, because I don't think we will. At this point the baby is probably just too small for us to see that tiny of a detail. So, no heartbeat does not equal a miscarriage, but finding a heartbeat would mean that your baby is still alive and growing. It would sort of be a short-cut to the answers we're hoping the blood tests will give us on Friday."

So I asked my heavenly Father to see a heart beat.

The drive Tuesday morning was a long one. We both wanted to get there as soon as possible. I was struggling between asking God to please keep our baby healthy and rehearsing in my mind how I want to react if we got the worst news. I want to submit to my Father no matter what the circumstances. I want to say like Job, "I will praise the God who gives and who takes away." Or like Shadrach, Meshach, and Abednego, "Our God will save us, but even if He doesn't..." I want to follow Christ even when things don't go the way I want.

As we were driving we were listening to a Pandora station with some praise music on it. Casting Crown's song Praise You in This Storm came on when we were about 10 miles away.

As the thunder rolls
I barely hear you whisper through the rain
"I'm with you."
And as your mercy falls
I raise my hands and praise the God who gives
And takes away.

I decided this would be my little anthem for the next week. While I spent every chance I could asking God to keep our baby healthy. If that was not the path He had choose for us I would still praise Him.

Fast forward to the ultrasound.

"Well, everything looks good." The tech told us. "I can't see a heart beat, but at this early stage I wouldn't have expected to. Everything else looks very good though."

My heart sank a little bit. Not totally, I knew that we most likely wouldn't have found anything, but still, I had asked God specifically that we see a heart beat.

"There is another option for you though." The tech had our full attention. "There is a second type of ultrasound we can try that could give us a little bit more information. There is no guarantee that we could see anything else. And if you want to just wait until you get all the blood work done, that is going to be your most reliable answer, but there is this option if you want to try it."

Zac and I looked at each other and took about .8 seconds to say, "Yes, lets just see."

The tech changed out the equipment necessary and before long we were staring at the black and white smudges again. The two techs were pointing out what was what to us as well as talking between themselves about measurements and things I didn't understand.

"Is that!?!?" Zac squeezed my hand extra tight.

Then I saw it too. There was a teensy-tiny little section on the screen that was pulsing.

Again Zac tried to get the words out. "Is that a??? Hey! Is that?!?!?"

"We're in luck." One of the techs said, "That right there is a little, tiny heart beat!"

Can I just say that I have never loved a screen smudge so much in my life?!! 

Zac and I both sighed audibly as they measured it's pulses and told us that our baby's heart was beating like a little humming bird at 150 beats per min.

They finished up the ultrasound and printed us a couple of pictures. Zac and I held each other and prayed to thank God for answering our prayer right there in the exam room. We took the pictures to show my parents since they were on the way to Chandler and sent out a text to the (by now) 20ish people who had been praying with us over the last 24 hours.

Fast forward to today.

I spoke with my Dr. and he says everything came back very positive. He even said that they are very surprised that we were able to see a heart beat on Wednesday. That means that our baby is very strong and healthy for how early we are in the pregnancy.

Zac and I couldn't be more relieved for that news, more grateful to all our family and friends who prayed with us and encouraged us when it was scary and celebrated with us when we had good news, or more thankful to the God who gives (and takes away.)

Dear Baby P,

Your daddy and I already love you very much. Of course we knew we loved you, but this week we got a little taste of how much we already love you. You keep getting strong and stay healthy. We know God himself is forming you inside there, so you're in good hands. We love you already and we are so excited that we got to see your little tiny heart beating. We love you!

Mommy & Daddy

Confession #13 : We're Open for Business

The past month has absolutely flown by. Zac and I have been in hustle mode since he said yes and got the ball rolling to open Privott Law. Even our "fun time" has been made into epic high energy time. I know that many of our friends and family are looking forward to hearing about the new office, so that is exactly what this post is for. :-)


The Brand:

Ta-Dah!! After lots of different designs, tweaks, suggestions from friends and a few more designs... Zac settled on this logo.

We decided to go with a "P" in the box instead of the "Z" for two reasons:
1) We are registered as the Privott Law Firm L.L.C.
            And...
2) Zac's website is www.privottlaw.com.
We just felt the "P" was going to better serve our brand.


The Office:

Next was to get the office in order. We are very thankful to David Ball for allowing us to use his Chandler office space as we get started and we know the relationship with him is going to be very helpful and mutually beneficial. He already had some furniture in the space, so we used what he had provided and also added a few other functional pieces.

It is a one room space so we had a bit of a challenge to create separate areas within the single room. I used all the knowledge I learned from Richard in "Theater Design & Tech 2184" and built an accordion divider to break the room up a little bit. It took WAY longer than I expected, but I think it was worth it. Here is what the office looks like now:

When you walk in you a greeted by a friendly someone who (hopefully) smiles a lot.

Said friendly someone will probably invite you to have a seat and fill out the unavoidable paperwork. Mr. Thinker knows how you feel.

Next you will pass through the "hallway" towards Zachary Privott, Attorney at Law. Mr. Thinker's friend, Atlas, guards all who enter here. 

Finally you will arrive at the desk of Zachary Privott, Attorney at Law. 

 As you can see he stays hard at work even when clients are not present.

How's it Going to Work?

Some people have asked me if I'm quitting Blazing Rock to work with Zac or if I'm keeping my office at our home, or how all that is going to shake out.

My answer is a little bit "yes" and a little bit "no." I am definitely NOT quitting Blazing Rock. I've talked with my continual clients and they are aware of the upcoming move and have been very gracious and encouraging as Zac and I have spent the last couple of week working on his office full steam.

I am planning to bring my laptop, hard drives and notebook to the office each morning with Zac. I will be a Front Desk/Bookkeeping Assistant/Office Manager while still completing projects with Blazing Rock. It is taking some getting used to, but I think this will be a good fit for now. It will be helpful to Zac and I'll still be able to devote much of my attention to my editing projects.


What Type of Law:

Another popular question for Zachary is, "What type of law will you be practicing?" The short answer is, "mostly Civil Law."

The long answer is, "We will start out by taking a wide range of cases so that Zac can get some more experience in many different types of civil law." Some buzzword examples are: Estate Planning, Wills and Trusts, Family Law, Domestic Problems, Custody and Adoptions, and many others that I haven't mastered yet.

Zac is also looking into the licensing needed to handle Bankruptcy and Foreclosure representation as well as Tax Law and issues with the IRS. Those will be in the future if he decides it is something that interests him. They require licensing with the federal court.


Still Setting Up:

We have an address:
Zachary Privott, Attorney at Law
820 Manvel Ave, Suite C
Chandler, OK 74834

We have an office phone number:
(405) 258-3020.
Feel free to call anytime! Even if it's just to say "Hey! You have a phone number!!" I will most likely be the one answering, so I'd enjoy hearing from you!

We have a website and office email address:
www.privottlaw.com
zachary@privottlaw.com

We have Letterhead and Envelopes:

We were able to order business cards that should be here next week! Finally, the Branding Nerd that lives in my head will be able to stop wringing her hands and stressing me out.

We are also waiting on a few hang-ups in getting the rest of the office equipment and software that we need. But that doesn't mean there is nothing to do...


Already Working:

Zac has already met with clients and is knee-deep into working on some cases. I can't say enough about how thankful we are to Mr. Ball for his refferals! (He had two clients waiting on us to get in the office!) And as soon as we get our own advertising out there and let people know we are in the area we are looking forward to sending him all of the cases that fit his expertise. :-)


Proud Wife:

Earlier this week Zac got to be involved in an emergency custody case. It was a hectic day to say the least, with most of Zac's time being spent across the street in the courthouse than here behind his desk. It was a situation where an unfortunate event happened while a child was with one parent and the other parent jumped at the opportunity to get the child taken away.

I had no idea how much working in a law firm as an assistant would pull at my heart. Watching my husband exhaust his resources for advice, make the best assessments and calls that he can make and fight for this person's right to be involved in their child's life made me so very proud.

I hurt for those involved in the situation, especially the child. We are making a point of praying for Zac clients. A lot of our prayers are that Zac would have wisdom in representing them and seeing that justice is upheld for each person. But yesterday we also prayed for this kiddo and his broken family. I am so proud of my husband for taking the case, standing up for what is right and doing his best to protect and stand for both his client and the child involved.


I am looking forward to this new and exciting chapter of our lives. I am in a state of continual learning about working in a law firm and am ready to follow my husband as he follows the Lord wherever we are useful. We sang this song in church on Sunday and it has resonated with me throughout this week:

"Never once did we ever walk alone.
Never once did you leave us on our own.
You are faithful God, You are faithful."

Thanks for reading!

Confession #12 : The Branding Vote

Hey! Hey! First off, Zachary and I both want to thank everyone for the kind words, well wishes, encouragements and offers to help from all our family and friends! We couldn't be more excited for this new adventure!

Part of what I am so excited about it getting to use my skills for marketing, design and business planning to get this office going. I know Zac is going to totally rock it once we get it set up and I can't wait to get everything rolling with him!

One of the first things on the list is to figure out Zac's brand!! :-) I've come up with these three options. We do have a favorite, but we wanted to see what our friends and family think. So you get a vote!!! :-)


Brand #1: JMH Tree

Brand #2: Book and Quill

Brand #3: Z Box

So... voting time!! Do you like JMH Tree, Book and Quill, or Z Box the best? Which do you think is the best brand to represent an attorney?

Comment on the blog or on Facebook with your vote. You can tell us why you picked it, or give us any general feedback that you'd like. Thanks!

ALSO: On the JMH Tree... did you see it? Be honest, did you notice it before I just made you go back and look?