The first of many.


Isn’t it funny? My xanga started with me at 15 years old, single, young and stupid. 
And now here I am, 9 years later, and I’m getting married in one week, to the man of my dreams. I’m in the Army, in college (again), in the beginnings of buying a house, and completely in love. 

Things are good so far. If only this week would go buy as fast as humanly possible.