Today marks my husband and I's 13th Anniversary. Lucky number 13...hehe. I thought in honor of our day share a little of our story.
This story begins WAAAAY back in sixth grade. Mr. Martinelli's class, the first day of Middle school (or as others call it junior high) and I found my assigned seating in the center of the two desk wide rows in the very back of the classroom. I looked curiously at who would be sitting next to me for the year. Jeremy Pepperd... huh, never heard of him, I hope he doesn't stink or something weird like that. (Don't judge, it was sixth grade) I can honestly say that it was a done deal for me after that year. Game Over, I was off the market. I fell in love (or serious like) in sixth grade! Which literally scares the ju-ju's out of me seeing that my daughter just completed sixth grade and the other will be there in two years. ACK!
***Note to self*** Take more pics of just the two of us! This was tough.
Here's to many more years together. Cheers!