"If I told you back in high school that we'd date all through college and get married, would you believe me?"
"If I told you back in high school that we'd get married and then have two beautiful, healthy girls, would you believe me?"
|my Tridelta formal senior year of college|
|I won: "most likely to have three kids by the age of 30" for our senior class. I think we're on our way. :)|
"If I told you after I saw you in that play that I just knew you were the one for me, would you believe me?"
"If I told you when we started dating that we'd be happy living in Oklahoma, that I'd fly airplanes, and you'd go get your Master's, but choose to stay home with our girls, would you believe me?"
|on our Ireland honeymoon|
In the game, we giggle, say, "Absolutely not," and shake our heads at the idea of our once young selves, not quite high school sweethearts, but close.
|three pieces of my heart, walking the beach together.|
"Happy 5th Anniversary, Shan. Our life sure is crazy right now (read: new baby, upcoming deployment, house on the market, big move in the next few months), but I wouldn't have it any other way. I'd still choose you and this life together."
We may not have believed it back then, eighteen-years-old, eyes trained on independence, but I'm so glad, so happy, so awestruck that it's really true. That all those things are real, are good, are ours together.
|with our girls, our "little women."|