Stress & the Loving Husband

Ah, I swear, I forgot how stressful being a college student can be some days.  Yesterday I went to class.  After class was over I decided to go home and study vs going to the library, partially because I was hungry and didn’t have any food with me.  So I drove home and pulled out all my homework.

  • British Literature: Finish book 2 of Paradise Lost, Some research & a media project.
  • Intro to Writing about Literature: I have 2 papers due in the next 2 weeks.  One is on A Doll House and the other is on Othello.  One paper will be a Classical critique and the other will be a feminist.  I get to choose which play gets which critique.  Plus I still want to do a rewrite on my first paper.
  • History of the English Language: I have a powerpoint presentation due in a couple weeks, a paper due at the end of the semester and a test next Friday.

Thinking about all of that just stressed me out so I thought I’d take a short power nap.  Yeah well… that didn’t work.  I was so tired I couldn’t keep my eyes open but at the same time I couldn’t get my nap in because all I could think of was all the work I needed to be working on.  Let’s just say it was an unproductive afternoon.

But I’d like to brag on my loving husband just a bit.  Earlier this week he knew that I was getting majorly stressed out so he stopped by the store and bought me these to perk me up.

I would like to report that I did finish my Paradise Lost stuff for today’s class though.  Woohoooo.  Up next… is it nap time yet?  Happy Friday.

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Last First Kiss

Have you ever been driving down the road in your car, by yourself, let’s say a fairly long commute and get to thinking?  I hope it’s not just me!

Recently on my commute either to or from school (can’t remember which) I started thinking about last first kisses.  When this idea popped in to my head, I was taken back to the movie Hitch with Will Smith.  You know, the one where he is a relationship coach.

Then I got to thinking about this clip right here.

“Jiggling the keys,” postponing the inevitable leave that you know will happen at the end of the date. I’ve been on dates where I really didn’t want to kiss the guy at the end of the night and didn’t.  He just didn’t do it for me apparently.  Then I’ve been on dates where if a kiss happened, well it wouldn’t be the worst thing in the world I guess.  Now one thing to know about me, that my matron of honor pointed out at my wedding, is the fact that very seldom was I ever in short term relationships.  Sometimes I was tied up in the long term even if I wasn’t really wanting to be.

Change is hard sometimes and unfortunately that’s why I think I stayed around.  I come from a fairly small town (small being a relative word here).  Funny thing about that though is only once have two guys I dated been from the same town.  I kind of steered clear of my hometown, partially to avoid the drama I guess.  You know what Miranda Lambert says, everyone knows your business in a small town.

I’ve mentioned many times that my husband and I were friends in high school, but even though he asked me on a date, we never went on one and I never kissed him.

July 25, 2009 was our first official date. I had just come out of a hard relationship and I wasn’t in the mood to date anyone at the time. In fact, the furthest thing from my mind was dating. I found hubby on facebook one night and after chatting back and forth he said we should grab a drink sometime and catch up. I hadn’t been on a first date in 5 1/2 years so to say I was a bit nervous would be a bit of an understatement.  It was a scary thought.  At that time I was involved in a group of friends who we had monthly dinners and referred to ourselves as Dinner club.

I thought this would be the most opportune time to invite him. If things didn’t work out so well, the most I’d be around him was the drive to and from dinner, otherwise, I could ditch him. What can I say, I was nervous. I might be one who tries to have a back up plan although lately I swear that isn’t even an option, but that’s beside the point of this blog post.

The point is I gave him a chance. It was a hard and scary chance, but I did it. After dinner was over and I got done dragging him to the mall (only because it was Evelyn’s idea) we went to my friend J&B’s house where I proceeded to make a memorable impression on him and then finally around 1am we decided to head home. (nice run on sentence)

So we got to his mom’s house (remember he was living in KY at the time) and I went to drop him off, but we stayed in my car and chatted for a little over an hour.  By 3am I realized if I didn’t go home, I’d be exhausted the next day so I finally said I should go.  I lingered as long as I could. For some reason, I don’t remember now, I wound up getting out of the car. Being the middle of July you wouldn’t think it would be chilly, but that night there was a nip in the air so I had my arms wrapped around myself trying to keep warm. He was standing next to me but finally wrapped his arms around me to give me more heat.

At this point I really needed to go, but I was doing what Hitch told Albert girls do, I was waiting. Holding on hoping that they’ll get their last, first kiss. What’s so funny is hubby knew my past relationship debacle and was trying to give me the space that I wanted. I kind of lost all hope for that night when he finally planted a kiss on me.

That kiss was butterfly induced, giddiness, excitedness, heart doing flip flops kind of kiss.  Funny enough, it was brief but it was enough to know this guy was different.  Obviously, I went on to marry him a little over a year later :).

So for anyone out there who has experienced that last first kiss, was it magical?  For those of you who haven’t yet, I promise there is someone out there, your Albert is waiting for you! 🙂  And not saying my husband is the Albert in this movie, but I’m also saying, never write the Albert’s off in your life, they just might be the one!

I promise, this guy here does exist!

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Thursday in St. Louis

So when we woke up on Thursday, it was a cloudy, sorta rainy kind of day.  We got up and got dressed and decided to go grab breakfast at Denny’s since we knew we could get a big breakfast and not worry about lunch.

We bought tickets on line to go to Six Flags.  By buying on line, we got a discount but we had to wait 5 days to use them.  That put us up to Thursday.  Since it was raining on Thursday we were debating on if we wanted to use our tickets that day or not but finally decided after Tbug and had such great luck on my birthday with rain and amusement parks we decided to take our chances.

I can’t tell you though, I was shocked at the amount it cost to pay to park once we got to Six Flags.  Really?  I guess I’m used to Silver Dollar City (Steal your dollar city as I usually call it) because we get free parking… but whatever… we had the tickets and we didn’t want to waste that money…

While we were at Six Flags there were times when it was extremely cloudy, there were times when it was hot and sunny.  We decided we didn’t want to ride water rides since we forgot to bring dry clothes with us to change in to, however one of the rides we were on turned in to a water ride… aka it started pouring :).

Luckily we had towels in the trunk of the car so we at least had a way to be semi dry on the ride home.  That’s also the first time I’ve walked into a hotel wearing a towel as a skirt and carrying my shorts.  Hey, don’t judge, no one knew….

Since we spent part of our day dry, we decided that evening to dress up and go eat dinner at Romano’s Macaroni Grill.

I still say one of the things St. Louis is missing is the taste of sweet tea.  Seems we could only find it at fast food restaurants.  After we left Macaroni Grill, we were on the hunt for Sonic because we wanted a GREAT big Sweet Tea.  We each got a Route 44 Sweet Tea.  Luckily, the sonic was like 4 miles from our hotel.  Wow, do you see a pattern?  Everything is like 4 miles… lol.

Now ladies, I want to show you the true sign of a GREAT man.  One who when your hands are full (can’t remember what I was carrying) carries your purse for you :).  Even when people are looking at him strangely.  And apparently my hands weren’t all THAT full because I was able to snag a photo… just throwing that out there… lol.  Don’t worry, the next day he made me carry it :).

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St. Louis – Part II

So Monday morning as we were checking out of the Hampton Inn, I accidentally dropped hubby’s camera.  Oh I was not happy, if you can imagine.  Luckily I just broke the battery grip, so far as I can tell.  Still not happy about that though.

We had time to kill between hotels, so we decided to head to Anheuser-Busch and see what was happening there.

Ah, the sunglasses montage.  There’s something about me and my infatuation with sunglasses, I can’t explain it!

How cute are these cookies?  You can get your own Clydesdale, but don’t worry, you’re not eating horse, it’s a sugar cookie ;). haha.

We saw that they had Beer school and it looked interesting so we decided to sign up and attend.  Now what’s funny is neither of us like beer, but still, thought it would be fun.  {by the way, it was fun}.  Beer School is about 45 minutes and is on a first come, first serve basis.  We got signed up and then it was time to wait.

While we waited for Beer School, we wandered around the Anheuser Busch museum.

Who remembers these commercials?  Spuds McKinzie

The Budweiser Frogs

Football playing Beer Bottles.  Yup, I’m actually old enough I remember all of them :).

Once they called us for Beer School, we met up with the teacher and his assistant.  There were 3 of us on this particular round.  We learned that there are Ales & Lager’s.  Lights and darks.  Also how Beer was made.

The key ingredients are Chocolate Malt, Rice, Hops {adds the bitter}, Pale Malt & Caramel Malt.  They passed all but the rice around for us to smell, because we all know what rice smells like, right :).

We came in to a chart, 4 glasses, pretzels & a souvenir bottle opener.

They poured us 4 types of Beers.  Budweiser (far right), Amber Bock, Shock Top White Wheat & Shock top Crispy Apple Wheat.

Now I learned (I knew people did this because I worked in a restaurant but I learned why) why people put salt in their beer.  It is to keep releasing carbonation.  Now, the glasses here actually had etching in the bottom which helped with that to help keep from making your beer salty.  Also they said it’s best to drink beer out of a glass because you also get a smell through your nose, so if you’re drinking out of a can, that’s why you get a bit of a metallic taste.  I don’t drink beer so I didn’t know this, but I also found it fascinating to learn :).  I must admit, I’m still definitely not crazy about beer, except in bread :).

As we were leaving beer school, our instructor gave us maps (we asked) of different local restaurants.  He said The Hill was the Italian Neighborhood and that’s where we wound up going to Favazza’s for lunch.

From there, we decided that we’d find our way to the Zoo.  We parked a few miles from the zoo actually and had a nice walk to the zoo.  On the way, we attempted doing an outfit post again.  This is definitely why I’m not a fashion blogger :).

Once we got to this small lake/pond piece of water, we sat down on a bench and had a nice long conversation just enjoying each others company.  It was great.  I’ll bet we sat there and people watched/animal watched/chatted for probably 30 minutes to an hour.  It was so peaceful.

Finally we decided to head on to the Zoo.  Now one of the awesome things is the Zoo is free.

Follow the Yellow footsteps (or the yellow brick road as I kept chanting).  Hi hubby’s rear :).  It had to make an appearance!

We stumbled across these dudes.  Sadly I’m not a zoo goer generally so I really can’t tell you what these guys are.

And the Anteater.

And a Rhino.

And my favorite, the Hippo.  Because I want a Hippopotamus for Christmas.

The elephants.  Did you know elephants eat bananas?  That’s what the gal was feeding them.

After that, it was time for us to get a snack.  We got Dip-n-dots.  Sadly those things are soooo expensive but sooooo good.  It’s ok for a treat every now and again, right?  Hubby went with the banana split and I got the Oreo.

Then we headed over to where the seals & Sea Lions were.  It cracked me up because just the night before we were watching Shark Week on the Discovery Channel and learning about both of their habits and how they feed while being chased by Sharks.  It was actually pretty interesting.

They were having soooo much fun showing off for everyone.

From there we headed back to the car and headed to our new hotel to check in and from there was dinner and a movie.  We went to see Grown Ups 2.  I seriously say don’t listen to the critics and watching, but that’s only if you like Adam Sandler and his types of movies!

3 Years Ago today

Marriage is like a peanut butter & jelly sandwich… the husband and wife are the peanut butter and jelly. They’re much better together than apart. God is the bread who holds it all together. When it’s done right, it’s a simple recipe that never goes out of style
                                                                                           ~Author unknown

Marriage is hard.  It’s easy, but it’s hard.  Don’t get me wrong, sooooo totally worth it, but hard and easy, but hard.

Are you confused yet?  Don’t worry, I think I am too.  Marriage is easy if you are with the right person, to work through and push on through all of your differences, all the obstacles, all the disagreements, all the everything that life is willing to throw at you.

Three Years ago today I chose to enter into this marriage.  At 10:15am my husband asked me to be his wife.  Be his wife for the rest of our lives.  Be his wife through the good times and the bad.  But most importantly, to be his wife.

When you start dating a person, you put your best foot forward.  You go out of your way to impress.  I’m not really sure you know a person until you’ve been together for a while.

We had the advantage of being friends in high school, although a lot had changed from high school until we met back up 10 years later.  Life happened.  Education happened.  Families happened.  Hardships happened.  Joyous times happened.  Heartache happened.  Jobs happened.  Enough happened to those 2 people that they had been completely reshaped, reformed and molded into the people they were on July 25, 2009, when they met up again after 10 years for their first date.  It was almost like meeting a stranger for a first date, a date that no one could have imagined would lead to a lifetime together.

My husband tells me that the night, of that first date, he knew that he was going to marry me; I however didn’t know anything of the sort.  All I knew is I went on a first date for the first time in a little over 5 1/2 years and had a fabulous time with a stranger from my past.  Who would have known that that first kiss at 3am would be my last first kiss?

As the summer drew on and I sometimes think life sped up, we became closer talking through all means possible.  In fact, we had a long distance relationship for the first 2 months of our relationship.  In October of that year (2009) when he informed me he was quitting his job and moving home, I actually got a sick feeling in my stomach.

We had talked a few times about marriage and life together but nothing was ever set in stone.  Nothing was ever serious even.  It was just talk, like we always did.  One thing I told him though, I didn’t want to ever be proposed to on my birthday, anything to do with Christmas or New Years, Valentine’s Day, basically any of the “given” times.  Turns out, I share my proposal date with National Safety Pup Awareness Day :).

I hear some many times that people are getting married but are unsure if they’re making the right decision.  If you have doubts, DON’T DO IT!  That’s one piece of advice I have for you!  When it’s right, you’ll definitely know and there will be no doubts in your mind.

So, now is time to share the story that I have shared, every year on this day:

This had started out as a pretty crappy day, I surely didn’t know that it would eventually get better! I started doing the mail and got a phone call from Nancy at the front office that I had flowers at the front desk so I headed to the front of the building to go retrieve my flowers. (I work all the way at the back.) I passed Becky grumbling that “Prince Charming’s so in trouble.” although seriously what girl doesn’t like flowers, especially when they look like this!!

Meanwhile back at my desk my mom brought Prince Charming into the building. Tracy got her camera out and Nicole got another camera that had a recorder out. Becky was standing guard in the hallway to announce to them when I got back. Then they all dove into different hiding places.

So when I came back Becky announces really loud that I had beautiful flowers. My desk has frosted glass around it and when I walked around the corner and I could see someone on the far side of my desk but I figured it was a coworker had dropped something or since I was having such a bad day, they were going to jump out and scare me (things like that happen to me from time to time) so I didn’t really think to much of it. So I came up on my mystery guest and Prince Charming is down on one knee.

I just stared at him and he asked me “The Question” and I was rendered speechless. (yes I know, this doesn’t hardly happen at all!)

I just stared at him and it dawned on me, SPEAK Nicole :)… so of course I said yes. He said he had to pry my death grip off the rose container to set them down on my desk for me; He said he thought I’d drop the flowers and he was prepared to catch them… LOL

Then he turned around and I tackled him in a bear hug.

Of course a girl has to try on the ring 🙂

Prince Charming says this is his favorite photo.

I’m officially ENGAGED!!!! I love my Prince Charming!!!

One final note:

Over time your marriage will start to look like the marriages of the people you’re around the most, so be very wise about how you choose your friends.  Look for at least one couple who has a marriage worth imitating and then be intentional about spending more time around them.

Young Love

Something that has been on my mind a lot is how people make comments toward hubby and me about “young love”, “new love”, “Oh you’re newly weds”, “It must be nice to be young and in love”, “get a room”, etc.

My husband and I both tend to be very affectionate people toward each other.  A simple gesture as holding hands or making googly eyes across the room at each other, sitting on his lap (although he’ll sit on mine occasionally), things like that.  And the minute we start doing things like that people start smarting off and telling us to get a room or one of the other phrases above.

When we’re accused of young love I just want to tell them that I’m not young.  In the reality of things I am, but they’re not talking age… they’re referring to the marriage.  Our marriage is young.  We’ve been husband and wife just over 2 years with a little over a year of dating prior to that.  Our relationship is still considered new.

It seems like in a world with standards to day, it’s easy to get married and even easier to get a divorce.  I get excited when I hear of couples who have been married 10, 20, 30, 40+ years because it shows that their marriage has stood the test of time.

There are so many obstacles out there, hurtles even, that sometimes people lose sight of what is really important to them and their marriage.

I’m reminded of a story the preacher told in church one Sunday about a couple who were always holding hands, had cute little inside jokes, He’d put his arm around her in church, she’d grab his hand etc and they had been married 30+ years.  At first he felt sort of annoyed by the PDA (public display of affection), but then he came to realize that it was a gesture of love.  After all the years of hardship they had endured, the wonderful times, the family commitments, the outside commitments, after everything life had thrown at them they were still very much in love.

When we heard this story, hubby and I both giggled just a bit because this almost described us to a T, well other than the obvious we were newly weds at the time.

Yeah, you can say we have a “young love” right now, but give it a few years, I believe my husband and I will be as affectionate down the road as what we are.  And yes, I know life happens, there may come a time that we aren’t quite as cozy because of outside influences, but no one will ever question if we loved each other.

In thinking of this post for the last few days, the same song by The Judd’s keeps popping into my head… “Young Love”.  Please enjoy.  Happy Thursday


My Heart

Yesterday morning as hubby and I were getting ready to head out for the day, I looked out the front door and saw the most beautiful sky.  Well I grabbed my camera and I was on a mission to catch it with our windmill in the way :).  And this was the photo that I captured.  Hello beautiful January morning!  Only thing to make it better would be the ground covered in snow.

Wait, did I really just type that… me, the girl who loves the summer heat over the winter cold.  Yes.  Because if you’re going to make me cold, might as well enjoy some snow to go with it :).

Hubby went ahead and got in his vehicle to pull out of the driveway and as I was walking back to the house he put it in park, got out and started walking to the house.

I asked him what he forgot and he ignored me, so I asked again and he said huh?  By this time I repeated myself a third time and we were both at the front door.

His answer, “I just needed to give you my heart.”  and handed me this.

p.s. Happy Birthday to my wonderful Father-in-law!!

Day 773

Day 1-203 here
Day 204-406 here
Day 407-772 here

Day 773 – We were married for 1 Year – Hawaii 2011

Day 775 – We renewed our Wedding Vows

Day 808 – We blew off studying and ran off to Eureka Springs for a day of fun like Newlyweds

Day 814 – We celebrated 10 years out of High School.

Day 831 – Hubby hit his last year in his 20’s (29)

Day 843 – Hubby got his first deer of our marriage

Day 849 – We went on the Show Boat Branson Belle.

Day 854 – I baked my first ever Turkey for Thanksgiving 2011.

Day 869 – Ft. Worth Bound Baby!

Day 873 – I found out we won a horse breeding to Smoother than a Cat

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Day 883 – I got my Hippopotamus for Christmas.

Day 892 – We rang in the New Year once again with a kiss.

Day 932 – We headed to Grandbury to take Squirty to meet her mate.

Day 939 – I killed my hard drive with all our photos.

Day 947 – Hubs and I had a blate.

Day 980 – Afternoon road Trips to Tulsa with hubby to meet Pioneer Woman

Day 985 – Headed to pick up Squirty.

Day 993 – Showboat Branson Belle – Again.

Day 1017 – What Happens in Vegas, Stays in Vegas.

Day 1035 – Hubby won his first Belt Buckle

Day 1070 – Big Brutus adventures

Day 1077 – Hubby experienced his first Round Robin show – I judged.

Day 1088 – Our 3 Year Dating Anniversary

Day 1093 –  I hit my last year of my 20’s (29)

Day 1107 – Our first night apart in just shy of 2 years.

Day 1110 – Spent a day and a half vacation together.

Day 1112 – I got my Drive In Date – 14 years later.

Day 1125 – We lost Squirty and our baby foal

Day 1129 – We celebrated our 2 year Wedding Anniversary

Real Heart to Heart

Let’s talk seriously today ok?

My life hasn’t panned out the way I always thought it would.  Are you raising your eyebrows at me a bit?  Let me explain…

When I was 17, I knew I wasn’t ready to be married, that’s for sure.  I was way way way toooooo immature.  Now I was 17 when I graduated, I turned 18 that following Summer.  At that time I was getting ready to go off to college.  I had applied for a few schools and been accepted to every one of them.  I wanted like anything to go to Oklahoma State University in Stillwater, OK, but something held me back.

Source: via Nicole on Pinterest

I’m an only child so there was that factor.  My dad got sick my sophomore year of high school and OSU was far away, there was that factor.  I was dating a guy, we were just at a year of dating, there was that factor.  And I was flat out scared.  I didn’t know anyone who went to OSU although I had my heart set on going there.

Well all my fears won out and I went to MSU.  (technically SMSU, it changed the August after I graduated but if I tell any high schooler know I went to SMS they look at me like I have a horn growing out my nose.)  To tell you how bad I wanted to go to OSU, when we went to SMS to enroll me, I was crying.  My parents said, fine we’ll head to Stillwater and enroll you there.  I told them no, I’ll stick it out the semester, maybe even the year and transfer.

Well then I made friends and you know the rest of the story… I didn’t transfer.

Skip forward 4 years.  I was about to graduate college, I was 21 years old.  I had dreams.

  • Graduate college.
  • Get a job teaching High School Agriculture.
  • Be married by the time I was 23.
  • Go back and get my Masters.
  • Own a house.
  • Own a new car.

You get the picture.

I did graduate college, 4 years baby!
I finally got a job, but not having anything to do with Agriculture, not that I didn’t try.  I kind of live in a weird area.
I didn’t get married until I was 27.
I still plan on getting my masters but I’m not there yet.
I finally bought a house with my husband when I was 26 almost 27.
I got my new car in 2011.

I swore I’d never marry a guy with a kid or one that had been previously married.  Way toooooo much baggage.  Boy I sure ate crow there.

But boy, did God have a better plan for my life than I did.  Hindsight is 20/20 for sure!

I’m not going to lie to you, our life isn’t perfect.  No one’s is… don’t be fooled!  But, it’s pretty perfect for us.

I have a lot of friends who kind of fall into the same boat I was in… when will he come, will he ever get here, am I being looked over, etc.  Heck at 25 years old, I thought I was broken.  I thought no one would want me.

Basically I say this to tell you that there is a perfect plan for you.  Hang on, enjoy the ride, and we’ll all be here rooting for your great story!

Source: via Nicole on Pinterest

Happy Friday.

Times Fun….

Time’s Fun When you’re having Flies
                                                                   ~Kermit the Frog

I believe Kermit said it best!  Ok maybe not… I’m not going to eat flies, but……………..
Time sure does fly.  Especially the older we get.  Although I wonder why that is…
Well anyway…. a few month’s ago Janna over at Perception is Everything was talking about percentages.  And in doing so it got me to thinking about my percentages.
My husband and I went to school together starting in Kindergarten.  {Yes, we went to the same school} 
  • I started Kindergarten at age 5.
  • I am now 28 (but in a few short days will be 29)
  • So that means 28-5 is 23.
  • I’ve had the chance to know him for 23 years.
  • Or 82% of my life.
  • YIKES!

We were in different Kindergarten, I was AM he was PM.  We had different 1st grade teachers, I had Mrs. Thayer and he had Mrs. Craighton.  Probably only ran into him on the recess ground.  Then 2nd grade I switched schools.  {At the time our town had 6 grade schools, 1 junior high and 1 high school}

7th grade our paths met back up.  We should have met.  We didn’t have any classes together though.  We probably passed in the halls because all 7th grade lockers were together.  We probably met in the cafeteria, maybe, maybe not.

8th grade we finally had a class together – Band.  I was the dorky Clarinet player and he was the obnoxious Tuba player.  What can I say, we were band geeks. ha!

  • I was 13 in 8th grade
  • I am now 28 (but remember in 5 days I’ll be 29)
  • So that means 28-13=15
  • So I’ve known him for 15 years of my life
  • or 54% of my life.
  • Holy Cow

9th grade we had more classes together.  We got in trouble together once.  {Keep your heads out of the gutter people!}  We were singing in class… I got mad at the teacher and started singing {yeah don’t ask} and he joined in with me.  Oddly enough, that year we became friends.  I must admit at first I couldn’t stand him but he grew on me 🙂

  • I was 14 in 9th grade
  • We’ve already established I’m 5 days away from being 29 but that still means I’m 28
  • So… 28-14=14
  • Kind of backwards of the previous or reverse or something
  • So I’ve been friends with him 14 years of my life
  • or 50% of my life

We’ll just skip over the fact in 10th grade he asked me out, but I couldn’t answer him fast enough before he found someone different.  {Sorry I throw that out there every chance I get.  Maybe someday I’ll drop it…..}

We graduated high school, went our separate ways.  I went to college and Costa Rica and got a job.  He got a job, joined the Military, got discharged and became a Civilian Contractor at Fort Campbell in Kentucky.  We led completely different lives.  Our paths never crossed even though we were from the same hometown.

Then, this crazy thing happened in 2009 that flipped my boat upside down.  One month 2 days before I turned 26 I found this long lost friend from high school. 27 days later I went on my first date with him.  That date changed my life forever.

  • I was 25
  • 5 days before I turned 26.
  • Three years we’ve been together
  • He didn’t give up on me even though I wanted to give up on me.
  • I didn’t think anyone would love me.
  • I didn’t think anyone would want to be with me.
  • He did.
  • We’ve been together for 3 years.
  • 28-25=3
  • 3/28= 0.1071428571428571
  • We’ve been together 11% of our lives.
It may not be the best photo… taken with a Crackberry at 3am, but it’s the first picture to forever!

 Happy Dating Anniversary baby!  I love you!