The story of “we”
Readers have been asking me about how I met my husband. Mainly, my mom, who already knows, but insists I put the story up here. It's a good one but a long one. Usually I take things “light” on the blog but this story is a little more touching. I hope you'll stay along for the ride.
He was in the Corps which made things harder. The Corps is an organization of students at A&M and most of the students plan on being in the military afterwards and it sucked up a lot of his time. No matter what he always managed to call me every night to say goodnight.
Summers were the best because we had months of time to be together. Nothing seemed to change despite the distance.
That same summer of 2008, my little sister (she was 14 at the time) got diagnosed with leukemia and it rocked my whole family's world. But he was there for me every step of the way.
Dinner was delicious and then he insisted we go to Barnes and Noble to read some magazines before heading home. We did this sometimes but I didn't want to do that. I was all dressed up and wanted to hang out with our friends. I went anyway.
The ring is amazing. I can say that because it's a family heirloom and it's 90 years old.
|with Mom and Dad|