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Love at first sight

  August of 2013.  Thats where our love story begins.  It was the beginning of sophomore year at a new school.   I was nervous, yet excited for a fresh start.  New friends, cute boys, teachers that didn't know me as the girl who always got in trouble.    Really it was like a whole new "era" for me.   I never expected to fall in love, but life is full of the unexpected. 

  First day of school, 2nd period. Ms. Liddles classroom.  That's English, by the way.  That is when i first saw him.  He was in the first row of the classroom, 4th chair back.   Handsome, muscular, stalky build.  He had this appearance about him that just had "bad boy" written all over him.  ( Little did i know he was the sweetest man i have ever met.)  He looked much older than what he was, probably because of his facial hair which i found extremely attractive.  But from the moment I first saw him, I KNEW he would become my husband someday.

  (Call me crazy, it sounds crazy right? And you don't have to believe me.  But I'm being serious.  Anyways.... back to our story.)  I didn't know his name.  Just that he was gonna play a HUGE part in my life someday.         And again I honestly have no idea how i knew that.

Two weeks pass us by and I'm talking to Katie, a new friend.  Well she keeps talking about this guy that she likes that rides her bus.  Jared Brock.   Okay cool, he seems great.  Good for her! So I tell her about this mystery guy in my English class that I totally have the hots for, but i didn't know his name (probably a good thing at this point.) 

Ehhh... this is when things get a little crazy. So I'm in class the next day, and we are all taking turns reading parts of a book in front of the entire class.  Then all of a sudden Ms. Liddle says "Jared, can you read the next part?" So I started to panic a little.  Jared.  Jared as in KATIE'S JARED?  Not good.   In fact, really bad.  Uh oh.

  So things were kinda awkward for a while after that.  I wasn't really sure what to do at that point.  The guy I knew I was meant to be with, was my friends boyfriend.   My first new friend at this school.  Well one day Katie walks up to me and tells me that Jared wants my phone number, and that she is talking to another guy.  Okay.... turn of events.  

  That night I text him for the first time.  It was awkward, but exciting.  I typed out the message telling him how i felt, but was to shy to send it.  My friend Miranda sent it for me.  Thank God she did,  because lucky for me he felt the same exact way.  We talked on the phone all night long, and on September 7th 2013 we began dating.

.........
  November 27th 2018.
5 years, 2 months, and 20 days together.
Almost 2 years of marriage ( 3-4-17)

Love is stronger then ever
My feelings, and my intuition that this was meant to be couldn't have been more accurate.
We are BUYING our first home,  making payments on our own vehicles, have two lovable puppies (Karma, a German shephard-rottweiler mix) and ( Kujo, a pitbull-sharpei mix). 
Jared has a GREAT job, and I am starting college this coming January.
We are trying for our first baby.
Life is good.
We are learning and growing together, and we couldn't be happier ❤.

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