Life might be hard, but my marriage rocks.

Because of recent events, I've made a list of everything that I've been through thus far in my life. When I stopped and realized that I'm only 20, and the list was as long as it was, I just kind of got mad at God for a little while.
I was abused when I was seven, which led to my anxiety, which led to my 1-2 migraines a week and monthly panic attacks, I caught the rarest form of staph infection that ate at my muscles when I was 13, which I almost died from, and which now led to my current probability of being infertile, I was kicked out of everything that mattered to me in high school because I was trying to do the right thing and because I wasn't living at home during the time, and every freaking time that Jeff and I try to take a vacation I either get stung by a sting ray or catch swine flu! I mean, really - what are the odds?! (odds of catching swine flu: .01%, and only 5,000 sting rays attack in the world every year.)

...Then I met Jeff. And I was sure that my bad luck streak had ended. But now, I've realized that I've just kind of dragged him into it, because here we are, being kicked out our apartment because this duplex is "only big enough for one family". Not to mention we have no money to move because our car broke down the first week of school.

But this morning Jeff woke me up this morning just to tell me that he wants me to skip my only class so we can cuddle together for a little bit longer.
And yesterday he brought me a single sunflower because he knew it would make me happy.

And we never fight. We agree on almost everything... except for his love of ketchup on everything.

I don't know what I did to deserve such a great man, but I love it. And I love that our marriage is so freaking awesome. And if I had to go through everything that I did just to deserve him, well... I'd go through everything all over again.