I'm a young twenty-something, but my family started what seems like a million years ago.
Michael and I are high school sweethearts. We met when I was fifteen and he was fourteen. And as cliche as it sounds, I knew there was something different about him. I knew it wasn't puppy love. And I was right.
We saw each other through some of the most important milestones of a young person's life: getting drivers licenses, going to prom, graduating high school, graduating college. It won't be long before I can say I've known him half my life. It's amazing to be able to know someone so well.
After we were both graduated from high school, we moved around a bit. We lived in Chicago for a year, and Madison, WI for the year after that. They were some of the best years of our lives. And then we did things a little out of order.
We got engaged, I got pregnant, we bought a house, I gave birth to our beautiful daughter, we got married, and then I graduated college. In that order. Not so traditional, but it worked for us.
The same month I finally received my Bachelors of Science in Sociology degree, Michael decided to join the Air Force. So now we've started the newest chapter in our lives. For at least the next six years, we'll be going where the Air Force tells us...hopefully with big smiles on our faces.
