19 April 2008

I realize that I talk about myself, my wonderful kids, amazing fiance, and our life a lot. Mostly the somewhat boring day-in day-out sort of things. (Hey, by the way, if you have any questions - please ask them! I never know what to post about on the days when I don't have a burning desire to talk about how I potted a plant.) I started this blog because I feel better after I write a post and push "publish." It gives me some sort of release. Also, I can look back and remember what I did and why, which helps when I go to scrapbook something four years after the fact.

Oh, what was my point?

Yes. I don't talk about my extended family very much or even my friends. So, I thought I'd tell you a little about my parents.

My mother and father attended the same high school over twenty years ago. I don't actually know how or why they met, but it could have been at a sports event as my father was the quarterback of the football team, and played basketball and baseball, too. He was a little bit of a jock. He is the youngest of his family, so his three other siblings had already paved the way into the social life. My mom was quiet and shy (or so she tells me), and didn't hang out with the popular crowd.

Somehow they met and fell in love. I think Mom told me once that she just liked the way he filled out those jeans of his. I could be completely making that up, though. I'm not tellin'.

She told me a story about how they went on some bible camp or church trip or something together, and there was this event where they were all in a cave. Blah, blah, some elaborate story, but then when my dad was asked who should go out of the cave to get "help" if they were stuck (or something like that), my dad said he should go because if he died, he'd go to heaven. But my mom wasn't saved, and he didn't want her to die because she wouldn't. Or something like that. Okay, do I seem a little fuzzy on the details? I am. But, the key is - my dad was willing to sacrifice his life for my mom's, based upon his faith. Pretty suave guy.

So, that night my mom and dad conceived me... No, no, I'm just kidding. I don't know what night it was. (But I do know where it was, because they decided it was important that I know. Yuck!) Really, though, my mom became pregnant with me in high school, when she was but seventeen years old. It was her senior year. My dad was nineteen and I think he was in college. They broke up for awhile, and dated other people, but they ended up getting back together. They married in 1987, promptly had my sister (the next year), and four years later had my brother.

So, there you go. My mom and dad also had their children young (although I waited an extra two years), and I have a brother and a sister.

Labels: mommy blogging, random