The Main Story

Eleven years ago, I married my high school sweetheart.

Two weeks later, I kissed him goodbye, wrote him religiously during his Army Basic Training and finished my last semester in college.

I graduated with a degree in Russian language and promptly moved to Texas.

Three months later, we found ourselves buying a sight-unseen fixer-upper in Georgia.

Two weeks later, I kissed him goodbye, wrote him religiously during his deployment to Iraq and began renovating our house.

He came home. Wedded bliss ensued. And, yay! I got pregnant.

Six months later, I kissed him goodbye, wrote him religiously during his second deployment to Iraq and moved home to Ohio.

After 15 months, he came home to a walking and talking baby girl and we moved back to Georgia.

Wedded bliss ensued once again. And yay for babies again!

Six months later, he got out of the Army, we moved home to Ohio and . . . spent a year unemployed and living with my mother.

After 13 months an awesome job fell into his lap and we moved to Maryland with two little girls.

Whoo, more wedded bliss in our own house again! More babies!

Eventually, awesome job opened up into awesome opportunity and we packed up again.

Now, we live in the shadows of Shenandoah National Park. We’ve settled in to The Little Blue House and made it our own. Two gorgeous girls, one rambunctious boy, one more baby bouncing baby boy, two cats, a couple of gerbils and us.

All just waiting each day for our next adventure . . .

(Which seems to have found us! February 2016 will be spent traveling southeast Asia! Yay, adventures!)