I have to admit that I was one of those people who never thought they would get married, and who always saw the glass as half empty. That was until my last class in college when I met my husband, and became a believer in Love At First Sight! Of course, in true English Teacher fashion, of which we both were, we wrote letters for almost 11 months before even going out on our first date.

From there, life became a whirlwind of getting married and seven months later finding myself a few weeks pregnant and on bed rest. This was the first of two high risk pregnancies in two years that left me with two miracles, over eight pound preemies, and battling diabetes and depression among other things. My road to healing was long, and varied, but during that time I was blessed to stay home with my sons.