Person’s Story

My husband and I have been together since we were 19, the summer of 2000. Our relationship started off as crazy, passionate, intense. We had known each other casually, then ran into each other in the apartment complex we both lived in. He walked into my apartment, told my boyfriend he was bringing me to the beach. He put a song (Joe- all the things) on the radio, on the way to the beach, Said just listen to the words. I really like this song....we drove there in his purple camaro and are still together 20 years later. I had a son (I was a teenage mom) who he has raised as his own since he was about a year and a half. We found out we were having a baby about 8 weeks into our relationship, she was born in August of 2001. We got married on July 4, 2003, just before she turned 2. It was a fairytale wedding. Everyone said we wouldn’t last. We beat the odds, when we shouldn’t have. We had our second daughter in December of 2004, then a second son, in 2010. He (my husband) works incredibly hard (with his hands) to support his family the best he can, he has coached both our boys in football and baseball multiple seasons. Football becomes a big part of our lives in the fall- basically becomes our lives in the fall. Hes a good man, a good husband. He’s been that crazy over protective dad to our girls, and the only person I’d ever want to spend the rest of my life with. He loves me completely. He will often sing beautiful crazy to me. He’s incredibly passionate about his family, and us. It’s pretty amazing to be married to your best friend. Neither of us could imagine life without the other. He does whatever he can to give us a beautiful life. We’ve been through a lot of life together and beat the odds. We’ve both thrown things and broken things and had some crazy arguments (that we aren’t proud of), that just leads us to remembering that we need each other more than we could imagine possible, because once the thought of living without the other comes up, we realize we just couldn’t. One of us couldn’t live without the other. One of our favorite places together is the ocean. We’ve lived most of our life together in a small town. We have matching tattoos of a compass, because we are each others true north, Home is only where the other one is. He sometimes forgets birthdays, and important dates, but he always remembers me. He loves my green eyes, and says when he makes me angry he has to sleep with one eye open. I’m often told by others how much he talks about me when I’m not there, and how much I mean to him.