Day 1 – The Story of My Life in 250 Words:
Two hundred and fifty words? Somehow, I have a feeling I’m gonna go over that. Where to start, where to start…
First, I’m adopted from Korea. I came over at 4 months old. I don’t speak the language. I don’t really have a desire to find my birth mother. And I don’t like sushi. Pretty much the worst Asian ever. The things I did bring over from the Motherland are bad driving, an obsession with Hi-Chews, and the ability to walk effortlessly through pea gravel in 4 inch heels.
Huz and I started dating in 1999. We were still in high school. After we had been dating for about a year, we got pregnant. The good news was that we knew we loved each other and wanted to get married. The not so good news was that you suddenly have to grow up and instead of buying Abercrombie shirts, we were buying diapers. We decided to have a shot-gun wedding and literally 4 months later we were married. We were both 20. And stupid. And broke.
Four months after that, we had Trenton. He was and still is one of the best things we’ve ever done in our lives. We joke about how he was a Tester Baby. We did everything wrong. We let him swing in that baby swing for hours. We let him sleep on his tummy. I only fed him the jarred fruit because I thought the vegetables were gross. We were just kids ourselves. Luckily, he’s turned out pretty great.
Fast forward a few years and here we are: almost 12 years of marriage under our belt and 3 amazing, beautiful, exceptionally funny children. We are lucky to still be in love and have a great family and the best of friends. A great pastor I know once said: Getting pregnant when we did might not have been God’s original plan for our lives, but when we committed it to Him, it became His NEW plan for our lives.