MY DECISION TO WAIT

I was 16-years-old when I met my husband. We were so in love. We were that high-school-hormones-never-left-each-other’s-sides-oh-my-gosh-lets-post-another-selfie-of-us-kissing in love. It was actually gross. I’m glad we’ve out-grown that phase of our lives (I don’t think we actually have…we just stopped posting kissing selfies because #aintnobodygottimeforthat). What comes across as the biggest shocker to most is… Read more »