Mama Bouchard...That's Me!

So excited for this great opportunity to share a little of my world with my family and friends.  So many of them don't even know our whole story (let's face it, once you read it you wouldn't tell your family either until much, much later!).  My world was turned upside down March 21, 2001 when I met my husband.  There he was dancing on a table in Panama City without a care in the world.  Now if you know me now you would be surprised that I would look twice at someone doing such a thing but hey, I was 22 and graduating from college and this was the first Spring Break I had ever been to in my life!  I had my two girlfriends by my side and met my hunk because one of my super hot girlfriends attracted the attention of one of his friends.  My hunk rescued me from one of his not so glamorous friends and we have been attached ever since.  We dated long distance, me in NC and him in Vegas, for five and a half months.  Knowing that he could not ever move to be with me I knew a decision would have to be made at some point I just didn't know when.  Then there was this cold windy day when my step-brother dropped me off at the airport to fly to Vegas.  I was dolled in my newest, cutest outfit to see my honey when I boarded the plane.  That is when the nightmare happened.  It was a Friday night and I was sitting on the runway with the worst flood of the century.  At the time I declared God was flooding the world just to keep me away from Vegas.  After spending the night in the Dallas airport...yes I was too stubborn to go to a hotel (not surprising to anyone who knows me), I decided then and there I would never do this again...and I didn't!  I promptly got off that plane in Vegas in my wrinkled cute outfit, hugged my man and declared I was Vegas bound! Now, all I had to do was break this to my mom!  More on that later!  You just had to know the background of how I ended up in this never controllable (I am a control freak) military world that has become my crazy life that I wouldn't trade for anything, except maybe for a kid who has come to my bed three times in one night, three nights in a row...but then of course I would want them back after I got a good nap.