Time Travel

October 14, 1988.  My first "date" with the cutest guy I had ever met.  We attended Homecoming that night and then played in the Homecoming soccer games the next day.  He asked me to be his girlfriend that day right on the field.  Fast forward 6 years.  He asked me to marry him on that same soccer field.  Awwww... I know cute right?

And then, some how, I turned around and I am in my late thirties, have five kids and have been married for 17 YEARS!  Not so cute anymore.  We look at each other every once and a while and ask "How did we get here?"  Does this ever happen to you? The time travel effect?  

I love my life.  Wouldn't trade it for anything!  But wish I could remember some more of it - ha :)