Adam and Bea, 1999
My husband was born and raised in the Air Force. He has incredible stories of his childhood and experiences. He then went into the Air Force himself. I met and married him while he was in, which gave me a whole new respect and appreciation for what people in the military do for our country. If you take his life and completely flip it, that's how I was raised. I grew up in one hometown. My friends from home are still to this day. Nelsonville, Ohio is where I'm from. It is a town where everyone knows everyone. I couldn't imagine a better place to grow up. Some of the best memories of my life come from home. Just yesterday our high school wrestling team went to the Ohio State Championships where two of our boys placed first in the state. I could feel my town's excitement even states away. My older brother used to wrestle back home so it was wonderful to see his friends and teammates now take the role of parents and coach. There's something about my hometown that I can feel even years later as I raise my own children. When our house turns into "WWF" and our boys pile onto each other as they flip head first off the couch, my husband and I begin the ritual of our discipline routine. I often find myself fighting a little grin though, remembering how my brother and I would all but clobber each other when we were young. I guess no matter how you were raised, moving about or growing in one place, the memories and loved ones that stay with you are what matter the most...and the truest of those will last a lifetime.
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