Tonight I thought I would share another part of my testimony----the story of Michael and I. We have been married for just over 18 years….he is my rock, my man, my best friend. Here’s our story:
We went to high school together in our senior year (I had just moved here). We met, became friends quickly, hung out; did things that teenagers do. Well, I was not exactly a “good” teenager. I liked to party, drink, etc. I ended up becoming pregnant (with Shelby) at the beginning of my senior year. Michael is not her biological father. Her father was 24 (I was 17)..yeah I know what you’re thinking.!!! Anyway, after he found out I was pregnant and that I would NOT have an abortion, he left me. We had worked together at Publix; that’s how we met. I went into work one day and asked where he was; he had gotten transferred to the Publix about 30 minutes up the highway. He wouldn’t take my phone calls—nothing. So, I worked and worked, saved and saved. I went my whole senior year pregnant; being talked about and judged. I didn’t care. I loved my baby and knew I could do it!
Well, it got to be prom time. I of course, was not going. Why? Well, did you ever try to find a prom dress to fit around a girl who was 9 months pregnant? Back then, it wasn’t that popular! Michael, however, had a different plan. He asked me to prom. I thought he was kidding. He wasn’t. He told me I deserved to be at prom just as much as anyone else and he would be more than honored to take me. Ok, don’t cry—I know right now you want to!!! :) Of course, I said yes. This boy fought for me; people ostracized him for wanting to be with a girl who was pregnant with someone else’s kid. He didn’t care; he already loved me. From that moment on, we were inseparable. He went with me to find my dress, shoes, jewelry, etc. He made me laugh; and that was something I had not done in a long time. The rest, as they say, is history. We fell in love. We were just 17 years old, but I knew God (who I didn’t even serve at that point) had brought me this crazy boy. I was scared…I had been hurt enough. It took a while for me to trust him. Then, it took a while for me to be ok with the fact of him helping me raise my child. I wondered if he could love her. I wondered if he would bond with her. I wondered. He was there when she was born. He changed her first diaper. She got his last name after we were married; he has raised her as his own for almost 19 years now; and will continue to raise her. He will walk her down the aisle and be the one her children call “papa”. He is her dad in all meanings of the word.
We have had more than our share of problems….we were way young when we got married and I don’t recommend that to just anyone. When I was ready to throw in the towel through the years, he was the one who kept fighting for our marriage. He is a dedicated man and he loves me; still after all of these years.
Now, we have our 2 children, our 3 wiener dogs, our youth group, our home, and our happiness…….all because a crazy boy chased a pregnant girl and those 2 fell in love…