Story of My Life

Today I'm linking up with Jenni for her Blog Every Day in May challenge. She has given prompts for each day and while I don't necessarily plan to follow every one, or blog every single day, I'll join in for the prompts I really love. Today's prompt is to share the story of your life in 250 words.

The second-born child, given life on a day in early June by a husband and wife who are still in love, almost 25 years later.

A little sister from the start, a big sister (and little "mother" to my baby brother) 6 years later. Still remembering what I wore to school on the day he was born.

An over-thinker, a worrier, a too-conscientious little girl who said "I think, Mom, I think" after everything, for fear of telling an untruth.

Feminine always. Playing dress-up with skirts on my head gave me the long, flowing locks I thought were beautiful. Eccentric, I know.

The quiet to my brothers' noise, the caution to their risks and stumbles and falls. 

Lover of books, player of music, friend to individuals, not groups. Interested in school, serious to a fault.

Traveler throughout high school, to Mexico, Peru, Austria, Germany, France. A lucky girl.

A freshman at a Catholic university in the Midwest, hopeful and eager, ready.

A student, working long and hard, a pianist, dedicated and inspired, a friend, in relationships both easy and hard. Growing in knowledge, in faith, in understanding, in experience.

A girlfriend to the man who made me laugh, the one I met just weeks after freshman orientation ended. It took a few months after that meeting--once an over-thinker, always an over-thinker--but when we stood together looking out at the lake in January and he said that he would very much like it if I would be his girlfriend, I knew I wanted nothing more.

A fiancée to the same man four and a half years later, the one I knew I couldn't be without.

A long-distance lover, when some days were ok and others were wrenchingly hard. A believer, then and now, that we did the right thing. In the years to come we will never regret the time I spent immersed in the study of my music, and the time he spent flying helicopters and serving his country.

A bride, at last, on a snowy winters day in December, my heart warming me from the inside out.

A wife, trying each day to become a godly one, hopeful for the day I become a mother and fulfill my true calling in this life.