When I was 13 years old, the cutest 17 year old boy with curly hair and the sweetest dimpled grin entered my life, via a dodge dakota and a ride home from soccer practice. The next few months I fell in love with the kindest, most patient, and caring boy I would ever meet. We spent this night last week, reflecting on our story. We sat outside on our front porch with our four kids tucked in bed, listening to music and reminiscing on those first few years. The good as well as the bumps and bruises, but most of all the love. The times we ached we had for each other in the between. The memories we cherish, that only we share. It has been 15 years, since the beginning. We have grown together. We have created a life together and this man is my home.
