It was July 1, 2003. I had taken the day off work so I could go with my boyfriend to Kansas City for the day. But wouldn't you know, I got my stupid period and ended up being quite uncomfortable, so we came back to town and I took a nap. Several hours later, Rick slipped in quietly, woke me up, and asked me if I wanted to be his wife. He had a grandiose plan to propose on the 4th with fireworks, but the jewelers had called him on the way back from Kansas City to tell him the ring was ready, and he couldn't wait.
We were 19 and had no idea what we were getting ourselves into. All we knew was that we loved each other and wanted to spend the rest of our lives together.
We knew enough.
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