So, I’ve gotten a few questions on my URL. Here’s why my blog is called “the way life went”: my life hasn’t gone at all the way I thought it would. The summer before my freshman year of high school, I met this kid. He made me laugh, had crazy curly hair, and played the saxophone. Funnily enough, so did I. So at band camp the July of 2011, we hung out, complained of the Texas humidity, and made each other laugh. It took 2 weeks before he asked, stuttering the whole while, if I would be his girl. Which I think made me trip into love a little bit, the way he asked it, reminiscint of the 50-60’s “will you go steady with me?” And so, that was our start. At that time in my life, I was going through a lot emotionally. I didn’t feel worthy of love, I didn’t think someone as wonderful as he would want me for long. But I remember him looking at me one morning a few months later and saying, “I love you.” And what did silly, scared of love, 14 year old Em do? I said, “that’s nice.” THAT’S NICE?!?! Seriously, that’s the best I could do. Because I was scared, I didn’t think it was true, and I didn’t want anyone to know that I maybe felt the same way. What did I know, child that I was? But he didn’t stop saying it, even though I hadn’t said it back. He said it when he left me at the door to my next class, he said it when we left band practice, he said it when we hung up the phone at night. And that’s when I thought that maybe he was telling the truth; because he kept saying it. And one day, outside biology class, before he left, I whispered it back, and waited for the backlash. And all he did was grin that devil-may-care grin he’s perfected and say, “I know.” Flash forward 3 years and it’s off to bootcamp for my boyfriend, my best friend, my soul mate. I was terrified he would come back and not love me anymore. So terrified, on the plane to California three months later, I broke out in hives and this awful red rash. EVERYWHERE. It was awful. But as it turned out (obviously), he did still love me. And we started working on the dreaded long distance relationship. Flash forward another year and he proposes to me while I feed giraffes at the zoo. It doesn’t sound romantic, but giraffes are my favorite animals EVER, and it was exactly what I would’ve wanted. 7 months after that, we’re getting married and he’s flying in the day before our wedding, and it’s the first time we’ve seen each other since he proposed. I’m still a little salty I planned that wedding without him. I will have my revenge for that, eventually. And now, almost 4 months after we said “I do” during a ridiculously long ceremony, my husband is across the world, deployed for the first 8 or so months of our marriage. And that sucks. And let me tell you, this is NOT the life I picked out for myself, for sure. But, hey, it’s the way life went.