The One Where I Grow Up...

After I graduated high school I went to college. Sort of.

I didn't live in dorms. I lived with my parents. Still had rules.

I decided that college was nothing like it was in my dreams.

I dropped out 3/4 of the way into my first year. I didn't feel like it was for me. I needed a break.

I then worked two jobs, lived the party life and was introduced to the Air Force life.

I loved it. I succeeded. I thrived.

I met my husband. Fell in love with my husband. Married my husband.

I got pregnant with Isabella a few years later. Separated from the Air Force.

I then got pregnant with Madelyn.

And eventually with Brynlie.

I am now done having babies. (For now. Maybe later?).

So, I enrolled in something that I dropped out of so many years ago.

I applied for college. I've requested ACT scores to be sent. I requested my high school transcript to be sent.

I have made the jump to being a student once again. I have three little girls that I want to be a role model for. To say that I finally finished college and I did it for our family.

And in case you're wondering what I am pursuing my degree in?

Elementary education.

The job that I have talked about ever since I was a little girl.