The love of my life, my first love. We met at church in Junior High and “dated” for a few years. She was there for the most embarrassing moment of my life, when I twisted my ankle doing a warm up layup for a JV basketball game. She kept me company as I sat on the bench with ice. But that twist of fate may have led us to get married, because she was never able to see just how bad of an athlete I really am. We got back together in high school and then went off to college together. Engaged my softmore year, we were married for my senior (her junior) year and have now been married for almost nine years. We’ve know each other now for over half our lives, which means she can finish my thoughts, and I finish her sentences, which is a really bad habit on my part, but she forgives me daily.
We both love to travel and did a lot more of that before kids. We also share a love for photography and are content to be amatures for now. She likes scrapbooking and usually is reading multiple books at once. She went to college for her pre-counselling degree and started on her master’s in counseling before we both decided to give that up and just move back home to start a family. Now she works full-time from home putting in overtime every night and weekend doing what she loves, raising the kids, and I try to give her a break as often as I can.
She’s my best friend, a great wife, and I will readily admit that I could never do what she does as a mom. We’ve been through the good times and the bad times and she’s stuck by me through it all.
