How many people can say they met the person they were going to end up being married to at just 13 years old? Well, that is US. We met in my backyard as funny as that seems. Kenny's parents were friends with our neighbors and they happened to be visiting with them one day. My brother & I were swimming in our pool (it was 1996) & we heard the neighbors' kids outside so we decided to invite them over to join us. My dad had built a door within the fence so that we could use it to go back & forth. When the door opened, Kenny & I looked at each other and smiled. He’ll claim he still remembers exactly what I was wearing & how I had my hair (which is correct). We became friendly & had fun getting to know one another that day. He was shy so a couple days after, I asked for his phone number from my neighbor. We talked on the phone all summer. There was no Facebook or Instagram then so we hand-wrote letters to one another. It was a sweet summer, to say the least. Finally, however, it was time to start high school & since we went to different schools in different towns, the letters stopped coming. Many years would end up passing us by, but we never lost contact. We kept in touch constantly, always wishing each other well and updating each other on current events. It wasn't until late 2008 that we decided to finally reconnect, but this time in person... Honestly, the rest is history. It took one date to realize what we had been missing. We are raising our family in Stockton & we're very excited for our future. <3