In 1990 I moved to Alabama from Florida to go to college (and live with my grandmother). My parents were building a house up here too. I started going to church with my grandmother. The night I got saved, he asked me for my phone number. I remember telling my parents that night that "I'm going to marry him". We got married a year later. That was the first time I felt that way about a boy, we were 19 when we got married. He has been my best friend, a wonderful husband, and a great father to our children. I actually think I love him more today than I did when we first got married.
