Seeing as this is my first post, I suppose it would be proper to introduce myself. My name is Jordan. I am 23 years old and I am married to the most amazing man, Austin. Austin and I met when we were just 15 years old. It was simply a blind date. I had recently broke up with "the love of my life" (it's funny how dramatic teenage girls are when they breakup with their boyfriend), and was looking for a rebound. My best friend at the time had the "perfect" guy for me. I think she thought he was "perfect" because while I was best friends with her, this guy was best friends with her boyfriend.
I remember thinking, this blind date is going to be so bad. So to ease my fears, she gave him my number. We talked for hours before we ever met each other. About a week later we decided to go on a double-date with our best friends. Our plan was to meet at a movie theater, and if the date went well, we would head to Buffalo Wild Wings for dinner. However, if I didn't feel like the date was going well, I was to use the "special code word". This code word was "payphone". Looking back, I am not sure why we would have used the word payphone, as it would have been quite awkward to use randomly. Non-the-less, that was our code word. However, that code word would never be spoken. He was too perfect in my eyes. Tall, tan, and handsome...oh, and hilarious.
From then on we were inseparable. And while we did have the time to time drama that rears it's ugly head in a young, teenage couple, we were absolutely in love. After two years, he gave me a promise ring to get married. While I was so unbelievably happy, I remember being mad. We used to compete on gift-giving. Every birthday, anniversary, and Christmas, we would compete to see who gave the better gift. I know, I know: that is not the importance of gift giving, however, we are highly competitive...and that year he beat me bad.
When we were both 18, we moved in together. At first, it was a little rocky. It is hard moving in with someone who paints a totally different picture while dating. When dating, he never passed gas in front of me or showed me how messy he could be. After moving in, our room always stunk. 1) because he was constantly passing gas and 2)because he never picked up his dirty clothes off of the floor. Aside from that, he was still my silly, lovable boyfriend.
On January 3rd,2010, after two miscarriages, we found our we were pregnant with our son. I didn't carry him long, because after 36 weeks I gave birth to a 6 pound 5.5 ounce baby boy. He was love at first sight. August 26, 2010 changed my life forever. I was now a long-awaited mother to Nolan.
In June of 2011, Austin proposed. Yes, it was just like the sappy movies. We took a family trip to Florida. During this trip, he had his mother watch our son for us while we went on a romantic dinner to an Italian restaurant called GiGi's. Afterwards, we walked back to the beach. We took a long walk, and then headed back to our hotel, which was right on the beach. Before walking into the hotel area, we walked up to a 4-story deck, that peered out over the ocean. That is where he got down on one knee and asked me to be his wife. "AWWW"... I know, I know.
In July of 2012, we got married. However, it wasn't simply to just be married. We were already living the married life. We had the house and the child. This was to further his career. In order for him to join the Army, because we had a child together, we needed to get married...
After our wedding, he enlisted for the Army and we tried our best to live our newlywed life before he was to ship out for basic in February. However, we didn't expect what was to follow. In October, I found out I was pregnant again. This is where the story of my little Eliza begins.
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