It’s amazing for me to believe I have been with Juan, my husband, my best friend, the man of my dreams for nearly 19 years. [Side note: You can expect this to be mushy…it’s my love story after all.] To think I’ve spent more of my life with him than anyone else, including my parents, helps me realize the impact he’s made on me. I’m incredibly thankful to God for orchestrating our paths together. We seriously needed one another (and still do) and not in a dependency kind of way, rather in a way to improve and benefit each other’s lives. Although he is hardly the same guy I met back in 1998, I am more in love with him and appreciate who he is today more than ever before.
My husband and I were married 8 years before we decided to start trying for a baby. I think we had many of our family members and friends convinced we were never going to have children. Yet, we honestly delayed what we felt was inevitable because we were enjoying each other’s company as a married couple. Before we were married, we spent a majority of 6 years dating alongside each other studying for hours. With my pursuit in science and his in engineering, it was rare for either one of us to have any spare time. Not to mention, the numerous jobs we’d work to avoid student loans and our devoted hours to church involvement. It felt like we entered a whole new world once we were married with our degrees, careers, and a new home. There was a freedom to experience life and explore the world together. So we did.