Dreams come true

Almost 11 years ago I met a boy. I was 13 years old and in the 8th grade and this boy was in high-school. And had car. He was the epitome of coolness to me, and had the cutest smile I had ever seen. I was lucky enough to have an inside connection, being friends with his sister, and took every opportunity to act cool and try to be something other than a gawky adolescent. This photo brings back so much nostalgia of exactly how I used to think of him and the stage of my life where I would meet the man I'd eventually marry.

I'm thankful for those short 8 months that I moved to Leavenworth and met the Nieman's. I remember laying in the backseat of my step-mother's car on the way from Chanute to Leavenworth sobbing, asking why they were making me come here. Even though I was so young, it opened a door to knowing a family that will soon be my family. Now I know Guy, the man, not the boy and he is just as cool as before and still has the cutest smile I've ever seen.