The rents {what I lovingly call my parents} think its absolutely hilarious that I have this blog! I’m a daddy’s girl ~ always have been, always will be ~ and growing up I’d rather spend my time watching Atlanta Braves baseball with him than hanging out in the kitchen trying to learn how to cook with my mom {no offense mom} 🙂
The way I saw it I didn’t need to learn how to cook anyways, my pre-teenage self was going to live with my parents forever. Yeah. The rents find that pretty hilarious too.
But not when we were 9 & first met at elementary school. Or in junior high when we were ‘boyfriend & girlfriend’. Home Ec was not my strong suit. I was even worse at sewing than I was at cooking!
While I would love to tell you we have this amazing 20 year love story, our junior high romance lasted a week. Maybe.
Fast forward about 12 years or so, add in a random text message from a number not saved in my phone {he just better count his lucky stars that I even responded} & the rest is history!
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