
This is the story of two high school friends, who never knew they'd end up married. Yep, the hubs and I go wayyyyy back :)
Michael and I met in high school when we were just little things...Freshmen. We had a class or two or three together during high school, but I was in a steady relationship all throughout. We were never more than friends and I never thought anything more of it. I always knew he stood out from all of the rest of the guys and I really loved that about him. Never the less we graduated in 2003 and lost touch. It wasn't until 2008 when we would re-connect, through of all ways...Facebook.
He had always wanted to join the military and when we got back in touch, he had just finished at Basic Training and AIT. He came home to Orlando for leave and asked to hang out, but I blew him off. I was sort of seeing someone at the time, but I was about to end it with the guy. I spent a week in New York City around Christmas-time and he had already left to go back to Fort Hood. Again, didn't really think anything of it.
We started leaving casual contact on Facebook back and forth and I found out he would be deploying ASAP. So, off to Iraq he goes on his first TOD (Tour of Duty) with the 1st Cavalry Division. I am a HUGE troop supporter and I was so proud to have a friend going overseas. I had to do whatever I could to encourage him and get him through the tough times that lay ahead.
At first, it was a few messages every now and again. Then, it turned into more and more and with every message I grew more and more excited to hear from him. I fought it for a while, but soon realized I was falling for him. Then one day, he called...and I missed it. I felt AWFUL! I had no idea what his living conditions were like or if he was able to use the phone often. I felt so terrible that he had taken the time to call me and I wasn't able to answer. UGH! I seriously cried. But, eventually he did get to hear my voice and those calls began to be so very precious to me. I'll never forget when he told me he loved me for the first time...ever. We had said it casually before, but this time was different. I laid on my bed and froze for a good 15 minutes (no lie) after we hung up. It was then I knew he was the one.
He had been planning on using his two weeks of R&R to go to Thailand. The Army would fly him anywhere in the world so he figured he'd go some place exotic. Well, that soon changed for him. He called me one day to let me know he had a surprise. I honestly had no clue what was in store. Was he going to fly me to Thailand too? Nope. He was coming to DC to spend his two weeks with me. I couldn't believe it. I was stunned. So in a terminal at Dulles airport on September 27th, I shared my last first kiss with my soon to be husband. We hadn't seen each other in 6 years! Crazy, I know! Those two weeks were incredible but flew by so quickly. Saying goodbye and sending him back to Iraq was one of the hardest things I ever have had to do.
Flash forward a few months and he made it home safely. I can not begin to thank God enough for that. It truly (in my mind) is a miracle he came home to me. I try my hardest to never take that for granted. Prior to him coming home, we discussed where our relationship was going and we both knew we wanted to spend forever together. In my mind, it was just so crazy though. How could we really do this? With his rank, the Army would not allow us to live together until we were married. So, guess what? We got married.
I'm a wedding and event coordinator, so weddings are my thing. Well, we didn't have the time or money to have the wedding of my dreams. So, we went home for the holidays, got hitched at the courthouse on New Years Eve, and there started the journey. Everything has gone so rapidly, it's no surprise we aren't waiting for baby. Here's where it all begins...
I started my period at 13 and it was extremely painful right from the start. The vomiting, heavy bleeding, extreme pain...I knew something wasn't right. Not to mention, I got my period a few times a year. My OB/GYN just told me to "stay on birth control," which we have all heard 1,ooo times. I wasn't satisfied with that answer but being so young...what was I supposed to do? Finally, at 19, I decided to see a Reproductive Endocrinologist who helped me determine what I had known for so long. I have Poly-cystic Ovarian Syndrome combined with a few other factors that make it seem like an anomaly of reproductive problems.
I remain prayerfully hopeful that God will bless us with the baby we have both longed for since we were small. We didn't even have to spend longer than 10 seconds on a name. We were both stunned when he asked me my favorite name and it had been his favorite for as long as he could remember...
Emma Sophia...we are waiting for you.
~Love, your mommy and daddy <3
Oh, and PS...To our little boy...we have a name for you too...Anthony Michael :)