I met my husband in church on a Sunday morning. We met through some friends and I was suppose to be the couple of his best friend and my friend was for him. We all joined the juvenile chorus and spent most Wednesdays and Fridays together at practice. I was 15 and he was 21 it was a great group.
On my 16th birthday I had a small get together at my grandmothers house. Of course I invited him and his friend which was trying very hard to become my boyfriend. Now don't get me wrong both boys were very cute but mike (my husband) was funny and he just caught my attention more. I always had a good time and a good laugh around him. We had become good friends.
In church we did community projects together, we participated in church activities and were together most of the days. He would drive up every afternoon for about 30 miles to see me on my lunch break. I finally budged and became the girlfriend of the other boy. But I found my self unhappy and not in love so I broke it off. Throughout the entire time mike would come by and help me with home work and we talked about his school and mine and his job and what we both wanted to do in life.
He planned on become a police officer I completely supported him as a friend. He finally became a police officer but the job offered was 2 and a half hours away. We thought it would be the worst to keep in touch but he visited every Tuesday and Sunday. He called every night and every morning.
Soon enough he told me that he could not be away from me. So he to ask me to marry him. By this time I was 16 going on 17 yrs old. I was a child but felt so strongly about our feelings that I agreed. We were engaged for 2 years and got married on December 16th 2000. And ever since we've been together for the past 10 years this winter.