Warning this may be a very rambling blog post.
I grew up in a very small town in south Louisiana. I was born to old parents (Daddy was 43 and my mom was 40) and raised as an only child. My siblings are 20, 18, and 16 years older than me. I grew up with very old fashioned catholic morals. Before I was born my mother was told to abort me due to some health issues and her age. As can be seen by the fact I'm here, she refused to do so and everything turned out just fine.
When I was in first grade I was diagnosed with a severe to profound case of dyslexia. This is why some of my posts may have misspellings, punctuation, and capitalization errors.
I struggled through my first year of first grade with a very old school teacher who thought I was lazy and was able to repeat the grade with a reading specialist. I still believe to this day that the decision to hold me back that year was one of the best decisions my parents ever made.
Fast forward many years to my junior year in high school. I met a really sweet guy through a mutual friend. He accepted me just the way I was. It didn't seem to bother him that I was a paradox of knowledge. At that point I was reading on a third grade level but was top of my high school class. We began dating that year and continued to date throughout our senior year.
The time came when we needed to apply for college. I was fifth in my class and could have gone to school almost anywhere but my parents would only pay for me to remain in state. I got into all of the universities that I applied to but decided to go to Nicholls State University where they had a dyslexic program and where I had been offered two full paid scholarships. My great guy was not originally from Louisiana and wanted out as soon as possible. He applied to many out of state colleges and ended up settling for UT Austin. This meant that we would be having a long distance relationship. My mother kept warning me that my great guy was a great catch and wouldn't stick around for me. Well she was wrong.
My great guy did stick around. We talked on the phone for hours each day. He was my long distance support system through the hard days of college. I graduated with a BS in speech language pathology in December of 2006, Second in the university. At this point he was still pursuing his BS in mechanical engineering. Their was talk about getting married but I refused to get married before I was finished with school. This meant we had to wait another three years, till I finished all the course work required for a masters. I went to another in state university to get my MS in communicative sciences and disorders and graduated in May of 2010.
My wonderful guy remained by my side for the long haul. We got married Dec. 28th 2009, almost nine years after we began dating and almost eight of them spent apart. Since then I've been a stay at home wife who loves her job of taking care of the house and serving her husband as a good wife should. I'm working on being the good wife from Proverbs 31:10-31.