In the summer of 2000 I met my best friend, partner in crime and future maid of honor, Christina.
*FYI the middle person in the below picture is no longer our friend, its entirely possible she might attempt to sue me for placing her face on my blog so I have no choice but to "blemish fix" it. =)
We were two crazy teenagers, entering our first year at Franklin County High School, she had just transferred to FC as a sophomore and I was an entering Freshman. That summer, before we started school, she moved in my neighborhood directly across the street. It was the beginning of a life-long friendship. We are both married now with our own separate lives, we don't see each other as often as I would like, but I still consider her one of my very best friends. 2000 was the year of Christina.--------------------
In 2001 I turned 15. My life was all about boys and cheerleading.

I spent most of my time doing the latter. I got a job at McDonald's to save up for my first car, it was hell and probably part of the reason that I had to have my gallbladder removed that October. I met a guy, who would later be the first to break my heart. 2001 was the year of the cheerleader.--------------------
I went into the year 2002 looking forward to two things only, turning 16 and getting my driver's license. I studied the driver's manual non-stop for months and in July I took my test and passed with flying colors. I had saved up for a down-payment the year before, turning that money over to my parents when it was time for them to make the big purchase. I fell in love with a 1998 Mitsubishi Eclipse while car shopping one day and a couple of weeks later my mother surprised my by checking me out of school and walking out with me to that exact car. .
2002 was the year of the eclipse.--------------------
Remember that first heartbreak I spoke of, well 2003 was the year it happened. After dating around for several months post break up, 2003 also turned into the year I started "going out with" my future husband. Funny how things work out, ain't it? He and I had met in our kindergarten class years earlier but never really noticed one another until that summer. The months after were full of typical high school senior stuff...he played football (#67)
while I cheered him on with my friends (usually with his jersey # plastered on my cheek).
We attended dances
and UK games (Go Cats!).
That was a great year. 2003 was the year of my Seth.



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