9 May 1981
I was barely 18 and he was still 17. We didn't have a professional photographer. We got married in my parent's home. We were a week away from our high school graduation. And we were expecting a baby.
We were scared, excited and had absolutely no idea what we were getting ourselves into.
In July we lost the baby and for a moment wondered if we should have waited to get married. But we had made a commitment to each other and honestly couldn't imagine our lives without each other.
Through the years we've had our trials but our commitment to God and each other have held us steady.
I always thought if you'd been married for thirty five years then you must be old, but I really don't feel old. I feel tired some days and weary of the struggle of life but I am glad I'm where I am and not 18 again.
I have made many bad choices in my life, but agreeing to marry this guy was not one of them. It was probably the smartest thing I ever did!