July is a very special month for me.
In May of 2002, I was 17 years old. I had just gotten out of a less than stellar relationship and so had Glenn. We were both looking to stay single, and through our naive friendship we decided that we would keep each other accountable. No dating allowed.
Little did we know, we’d keep each other single, alright… single from others.
That summer, our friendship blossomed. We fell in love big time. On July 4, I spent the day with his family while he had to go to work. I already had a relationship with his mom, sisters and little brother thanks to Jacobs Jacket (an old Christian-based coffee house hangout for teens), but was just getting to know his dad. As awkward as you’d think that day could have been, it really wasn’t. Spending the day with this family, I had no idea I’d eventually call them my own, but it felt so right.
On July 5, 2002, Glenn asked me to be his, and we’ve never been apart since. We dated my entire senior year of high school (yes, he had dreads) and all through college. My 2nd-to-last semester in college, he proposed. I graduated college in December 2006 and we married on July 21, 2007.
As I said, July holds a very special place in my heart. July marks 13 years of “us” and 8 years of marriage. I’m so blessed.
Those of you who follow me on Instagram already saw this collage yesterday, but I wanted to share it on here today because it’s special to me.
13 years of US!