I wanted to start this blog, as a journal more for myself, to keep our memories alive. I can type faster than I can handwrite. Plus I like the added benefit of spell-check. I am and have been a horrible speller my entire life. I barely passed any of my spelling tests in elementary, although truth-be-told, I rarely studied.
My first line for this journal, was, "As I'm sitting here watching the 8th episode of the new Hulu Original series, 4 Weddings and a Funeral, (really hoping it's a series) it makes me remember my own love story." But then I got hooked on the episode and stopped writing.
I have decided to give this journal blog another shot, because I have been at home with my husband, Daniel, for two weeks now, because of the Coronavirus. And according to the government, our Shelter in Place could continue for another 4-weeks.
We live in Brownsburg, an average size town, 14-miles west of Indianapolis. Like many love stories, ours has had the ups and downs, so let me give you the quick break down. We were both born and raised in Brownsburg but didn't meet until junior high. He had a crush on one of my friends, then at one of the school dances, he gave me his school picture with his phone number. I lost it fairly quickly.
Our first summer of high school, we were in the summer classes together so we could take more fun classes during the school year. It wasn't until our junior year that we started dating. He went off to college in California but came back a year later to finish at Ball State. After he graduated, we got married, had our honeymoon at Disney World, then we moved to California so he could do three years of grad-school.
After grad school, we moved back home and have been here for 6-years. This June, we will be married for 9 years. In October, marks 15-years ago since we started dating. We are modern-day high school sweethearts without children.
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