The earliest childhood memory I have is from elementary school. I don't remember much about my life as a very young girl, only what I think I remember because I've seen pictures. I remember some happy times with my sisters, my parents, our family, and I remember some not so happy times.
I started keeping a journal when I was in third grade, and the things I wrote depicted a girl who was
sad and lonely.
I remember growing up being in junior high and people saying that the insecurity I felt was
"just a phase" and that I would get over it.
And I remember as I got older, and entered high school
I didn't get over it. It got worse. I remember all the struggles I had quite vividly, and I remember the feelings I had at those dark moments in my life.
It was more than a phase, it was something I brought on myself and lived with because
I didn't know how to get out.
I remember at every point in my life, telling myself in elementary school that when I turned twelve, and graduated, things would get better.
I remember at twelve, thinking when I turned thirteen I would be a teenager and
telling myself that things would get better.
I remember at thirteen telling myself that when I turned sixteen and was in high school that things would get better.
And I remember at seventeen, telling myself that when I graduated high school and went on to college that things would get better.
Things never got better.
When I moved away from home and went to Utah, I thought for sure, now that I was on my own, things would get better. But those moments on my own were hard and I had to grow a lot. To realize that the parents you thought were so restricting and impossible to deal with aren't around anymore when you just need
somebody is a hard thing. And you make a choice, you either try to fill that emptiness superficially or you find the strength within yourself to finally "grow up".
Well, I'm getting off track here. I had gone through all the phases of my life thinking that things would "get better" and they had gotten steadily worse. I
reached the lowest point and thought for sure my life would turn around, but I found myself at the age of nineteen and still feeling lost in the world, still feeling lost around myself.
I met a boy and thought to myself how I wished a boy like that could have feelings for me. I longed to be the kind of person with a past full of happy girl's camp stories and service projects and crystal clear of
the reality my life had become, the kind of
things that scare nice boys like that away.
I made a decision. I decided I was not going to wait until I graduated college for things to "get better" that I was going to start trying to make things better
now.
I had been waiting around for too long thinking I could just grow out of a situation I had just been digging myself deeper into.
It wasn't long after I made that decision that
I met Jack.
We didn't think much of it at first. He was a nice, cute boy, he thought I was a nice, cute girl. We spent lots of time together, usually with a big group of friends.
I didn't worry about my weight, or my looks so much. I didn't care about getting attention from other guys. I just felt like me, and had fun. I was caught off guard one day. We had spent the entire afternoon playing mud football and decided to go swimming after. I remember as all five or six of us were playing around in the pool I looked up at Jack for a moment and had to catch my breath. I wish I could describe that moment the way I see it so clearly and vividly in my mind. It was
the moment of realization for me, that I was falling for this guy. That he seemed to me to be the most perfect person I had ever known, could ever hope to know.
We hadn't even had our first kiss yet, but I knew at that moment that there was something about him, different and more meaningful than any other man.
My life since then hasn't been perfect, and I wouldn't want it that way. But Jack and I have grown together as a couple in a way I didn't understand before I met him.
He is for me everything I could ever hope for, and even his stubborn qualities that I would have thought were less than ideal turn out to be the ones that help me the most. He helps me stay grounded and keeps me laughing all along the way.
It's amazing for me to look back at the person I once was and see how far I've come today. I truly believe
every life has a miracle. This was mine. The past two years have had the best moments of my life. Meeting Jack, falling in love, our wedding day, our random road trips and nights spent just enjoying each others company. Deciding to get ready to have a baby, and finding out I was pregnant! The time has really flown by, and I would be disappointed by that if I didn't know that we will have many years to continue to make lasting memories, and soon with a little one in the mix.
I'm so excited and so happy and grateful to God for the miracle my life has become. For my husband and his ability to see past my flaws that at times I would think were too great for anyone to see beyond.
He is the one for me, and I only hope he feels a fraction of what I feel.
Each year we spend together is another year I can look back and see how much we've grown, how much
I really have been able to become a better person and I know so much of it is because of him. When you're in love you don't ever think it's possible to feel even more in love than you did on your wedding day, but I find new things, and even old things, about Jack that continue to amaze me and I fall more in love with him with each of these moments.
Things have gotten better. I made that choice, and God took care of the rest.
Happy Anniversary to my husband, and to me.
<39.19.07 was just the beginning...
I can't wait to see what's next!