Alrighty then... That one fizzled. New question.
Tell us the story of your family, how it came to be.
I'll start again.
For most of 1998, I had a bad year. I had sorta not finished my first year at college and dropped out and had some very bad boy experiences (to top off my several years previous bad boy experiences). In the fall, I started part time at the local Community College while working full time as an admin. temp. I decided I was just going to date and forget about finding love since I'd had such rotten luck at it anyway. The second class my first week I skipped for some reason, but went the second week. That's where I met Jon. And his very recent ex-girlfriend (they had signed up for the class together, then broken up). This was September 24 and the class was called "The Search for Utopia". By October 10, we had our first "date" which was hanging out with some different friends of ours, playing Trivial Pursuit. Then we had our first kiss. And we just knew.
For Halloween, I went to Athens, Ohio with a girlfriend for the weekend. Jon and I missed each other so much. On November 1st, while hanging out with friends, I got real moody and we had our first fight. It was completely stupid, but after talking it out in his car in the parking lot of a coffee shop, I said to him, "So when do you want to get married?" Hoping that we could fanatsize for a minute by setting some future date. He said, "I don't care, we could get married on Saturday." I said, "You know, we could get married on Saturday." So we did. My friend Joel was an ordained minister through the Universal Life Church (online) and had performed several ceremonies before. So we were married at age 19 in Joel's apartment wihout having told most of our parents who we were both still living with. Three weeks later I basically ran away from home without anything but my clothes and moved in with Jon & his parents, where we lived for a few months, then again for a few months later in 1999.
We didn't turn in our marriage license, so we played legally like we weren't married for a couple of years, but we got married again with a big white-dress wedding in my parents' backyard in 2000, after which my parents finally got over being pissed off about the whole ordeal and started recognizing Jon as my husband.
We eventually started to figure out how to be adults (we weren't too bad to begin with, but there was still a learning curve) and I supported us while Jon went to school. We moved in 2000 70 miles to Columbus for Jon to finish his Bachelor's degree (I dropped in and out of school periodically).
On December 9, 2001, I discovered I was pregnant with Aleksander after having five baby dreams that convinced me to take a test (I had thought that I hadn't been ovulating, which was my rationalization on our anniversary that year
). His due date was August 1st, 2002, which meant that Jon would have finished his BA and we would be awaiting our move to wherever he got into grad school.Aleks was born August 16, 2002 at my mother's home.
We moved to Montana a week later, Jon starting out with the truck and my mother & Aleks & I following three days later. Aleks was born with a cleft lip & palate and had 4 surgeries by 13 months. His first was at 12 weeks, for which my mother flew out to Montana for. He had his second at 6 months, his third at 10 months, and then a simple ear tube surgery at 13 months. We had some scary moments during his recovery from the first two surgeries, but he's been perfectly healthy otherwise.
Jon graduated with his MA in History in May and we moved back to Ohio, where he is now working on his PhD. I am ever the dutiful wife, staying at home in barefeet, wearing my apron and baking cookies with my two-year-old (and that's a gross exaggeration, if not a complete fiction :LOL). Seriously, I struggle through my days to not want to lock my tornado of a son up and throw away the key, though of course I love and adore him, even though he is a tornado. And I am pregnant now, which we planned very carefully and decided to try in August and September for an early summer baby (hit the mark the second try, which was more perfect, actually) so that Jon would be out of school for the early months. And that's that...
I've written a book again. If it bores you, and you don't want to participate, let me know!!!