Julie Aston Reynolds grew up in Gilbert, a little (but quickly expanding) suburb of Mesa, Arizona. It smells like cows, but it's a pretty nice place. It's got beautiful desert biking trails, mountains, lakes, and at least one really good looking girl (Julie's sister Alyssa is a cutie, too).
Julie is the oldest of seven children (three girls, four boys) and of seventy million (rounded to the nearest million) grandchildren. You may think that puts a lot of pressure on the first guy to steal away an Aston girl, but. . . well. . . yup. That said, well worth the trouble.
I'd like to take full advantage of this rare opportunity to embarrass my wife. She is brilliant (judging not just from her taste in men), and recently finished her degree at BYU in Exercise Science while working as a Personal Trainer and Pilates Instructor for the last two-and-a-half years here in Culver City. She also loves to read (a sure-fire magnet for nerdy Reynolds boys) and has great taste in music (similar to my taste, coincidentally?).
Knowing full well that showing off my wife is a little self-indulgent and should be kept within reasonable bounds, I'll only brag a little more. Julie has a beautiful singing voice and never shows it off, she plays the flute like a pro, and she loves to run (and is really good at it). In May 2009 she completed a long-time goal to run a marathon (while 10 weeks pregnant) and wants to run a marathon in between each baby. I plan on working on my spectator skills in the meantime.
Julie is now a full-time mom to our 9-month-old son, Rushton, and she is loving every minute of it.
