8 years ago

I've known my husband since we were in 5th grade. Back then, he was just this really weird boy that the bus driver made sit with me because we went in alphabetical order. He liked me, and I tried so hard to ignore him and not talk to him. He never let up. Eventually, I discovered that yes he is in fact very weird and strange, but he was also a very nice person.
So when we were in middle school, I found out he "liked" me. Again, we were together all the time because our last names put us together in class. By the time we were 15, we were together officially and we saw each other or talked to each other every single day. We found our ways.

In that time, we started to have a lot of people against us. Mostly my family but we fought hard and proved we would last through whatever came our way. Right after I graduated, we moved in together. We knew from early on that we wanted to get married some day, but we didn't know when and where, mostly just waited for the right time/sign showing us it was time.
So then a day came. 8 years and a couple days we were talking about things again. We knew we wanted to do it, but I didn't want a big wedding (do not like being center of attention and it terrified me at the time) and I didn't want to spend a lot of money on something that was awkward to both of us. So I jokingly said, "lets just do it at the court house." We looked at each other for a minute, and he asked if I was serious and if so lets go get the license. I thought a little on it and said I did want to, I feel it's time and I'm ready so what are we waiting on. We called and got info, we got our license. We called and told family. We found a judge that was really great and does the marriages as a "Happy part of his job" and he encouraged us to invite family. So 8 years ago, we got married. We had our family there, it was special, but it was simple. We were happy.
In these 8 years, we have been put through a lot. We grew up a lot faster than most people our age. We had a lot thrown our way but we survived and are closer than I ever thought possible. I believe everything happens for a reason, and our reason is so we would be stronger. We can overcome any of this. We will survive.

Now I wonder if I should go back and thank that bus driver and those teachers that put us together......