I was 20. I was coming off of a couple really difficult years. I had been through a lot. Things that had happened to me and my own choices. I had sworn off guys, forever. I was never going to date again. I had my sweet little 4 year old boy, I was starting to put my life back together and that’s all I needed.

Then I met him. And in just eight weeks he proposed. We were married four months later and that was the beginning of us. If you would have told either of us what the next 20 years would hold, I don’t think either one of us would have believed it.

It’s been such a ride. It’s been a ride full of adventure, learning, growing, sadness, joy, lack, plenty, laughter, tears, screaming for joy and screaming for desperation. It’s been up and down. It’s been full of the best of the best and the literal worst of the worst. It’s been full of more loss than I ever thought I’d experience in my entire lifetime. We’ve been rock solid and we’ve been hanging on by the last, tiny thread. It’s been a little bit of everything, but it’s always been love. It’s always been love and no matter what happens in the next 20 years, I believe it will always be love. 🤍