I think it’s no secret that I am crazy-wild in love with my husband, Doug. He is a fine piece of man and every day, I count my lucky stars for him. We met young, married young, but have built a very sweet little life in North Carolina with our tot and pup – and it’s better than I ever imagined.
Doug and I grew up completely different – I grew up in the “big city” of Raleigh, which is the state’s capital. I went to a high school where my graduating class was somewhere over 300 teenagers strong and kids received cars for their 16th birthday. Church and extra-curricular activities were the norm; college was simply the assumed path after high school. Doug grew up in the country, a small town outside of a small town that had one stoplight and all the boys drove pick-up trucks they purchased with their after-school jobs. Both of his parents worked outside of the home. He was one of the few in his class to attend a four-year university and graduate. So when we began dating, it was like night and day!
We have done a lot in our brief six years of marriage – bought a house, got a dog, two pregnancies, one baby, lots of job changes. We’re not perfect, but I still love him the same way I did almost a decade ago:
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