A personal post

I don’t often make personal posts, I’m not one who shares much of my own life with other people and I have a hard time asking for help, ever, but I thought “It doesn’t hurt to ask.”

Almost 7 years ago I married my best friend, he’s pretty awesome.

I was his orientation leader at college, I was the person who was supposed to introduce him to the campus, campus activities, help him create relationships with other people. Haha I never planned for one of those relationships to be with me! I had an instant attraction to him, I couldn’t explain it. There was some sort of magnetic pull we had to each other. When I first saw him, the first time EVER, my first thought was “I’m going to marry him.” My second thought was “that’s the most ridiculous thing I’ve ever thought! I don’t even know who that guy is!” he was quiet, labeled as emo. Long dark hair in the eyes, thick rimmed glasses, black t-shirt, definitely not the kind of guy I ever found attractive before, but he was certainly attractive to me.

There was one time we were sitting in a car, the first week we met. I had a cheapo kodak easyshare camera and was taking ridiculous pictures. I came home uploaded them to my computer and saw this picture, 1402021_643369792375163_970482937_o

I remember thinking “No one has ever looked at me like that before.” (he still looks at me like that 🙂 )

We got married at 18 and 20 years old, after 11 months of knowing each other and only 7 months after our first date. Our wedding day was a disaster. If you could think of it going wrong, it probably did. We had people in our bridal party who were rushed to the ER in the middle of the service, the AC in the church was broken and none of the windows opened and it was 90+ degrees outside, it was basically like a sauna. I tripped down the aisle, the DJ never showed up, our photographer only had low-resolution images that were unable to be printed due to computer issues, we were happy to be done with the day and be able to call each other husband and wife. We went on our honeymoon a few hours away from home, in a cute little bed and breakfast, but on day 2 of our honeymoon I got food poisoning and the rest of our trip was spent in bed – and not in the good way.

7 years later we have triumphed through struggles, we have a beautiful (almost) 5 year old daughter whom we love very much. The last few years have been difficult because we have been trying to add a second child to our family and we have lost 4 through miscarriages along the way. After our most recent miscarriage (which happened this month), I was told that my levels were just too low to treat, even medically speaking if they were to give me shots and medicines for what I needed it might not be worth it but could cost up to $15,000. So we’ve decided to adopt! This is a decision that both of us are excitedly looking forward to and we are saving our pennies to bring a little sweetheart into our home. Because of what we’ve gone through in the last 7 years and how hard my husband works for our family,  I really wanted to surprise him for our 7th anniversary (we were married on 07-07-07) and be able to take the honeymoon we never had.  I need some help though, without support from others this dream I have will never come true, your support helps make our dreams come true! If you could take a look at the GoFundMe page I set up and if you could donate anything I would REALLY super appreciate it! A lot! Thank you so much for reading this and if you aren’t able to help I totally understand and don’t take offense at all. It’s just a dream I am hoping comes true!

Here’s the gofundme page : http://www.gofundme.com/6dpqlc

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