For as long as I can remember, I have never been a picky eater. If I was at any point in my life, it was a very long time ago, and I most definitely grew out of it. There are very few foods I do not like. Those would be celery... and, well, that is about it.
My husband has an ever-growing desire to become a photographer. Not just any photography, though. He LOVES every aspect of the art. He appreciates the angles, lighting, contrast, and anything else you can think of having to do with a high quality photograph. Half of what I just said, I wouldn't even know what it meant if it wasn't for my husband. He has wanted to become a photographer since he was about 15 years old. He took a photography class his sophomore year in high school and fell in love with it soon after. He ended up taking it for the following two years, but didn't even get a professional camera until about two years ago; not long after he had graduated high school. Since he bought it used off of someone, it didn't even come with a user manual. Because of that, I can't even count how many YouTube videos he has watched to learn the camera, both inside and out. He is even trying to start his own photography business with his best friend. He dreams to become sponsored by companies such as Honda, Chevrolet, and Mercedes. Those are amazing brands, but I honestly don't think he will ever stop until Red Bull has sponsored him. He is always talking about how he would have his hat designed, and I find that funny because he doesn't even wear hats! I've seen the smiles and grins while taking my sister's senior prom pictures, and I've also seen them just taking pictures of our children in the yard. Both make him equally happy and it makes me that happiest wife in the world being able to watch him do what he loves.
If I'm going to talk about my relationship, I guess I better start from the beginning. I was hired on at my local Walmart as a part-time produce sales associate in June of 2016, and exactly one week later, my husband was hired on at lawn and garden. We actually would have been hired on the same day, but our orientation was the same day as his high school graduation; therefore, he had to reschedule. So over the next couple of months I would see him clear across the store and want nothing more than to be able to talk to him and get to know him and all that other cheesy stuff you think about when crushing on someone. Very soon after working there, I found out the over-night produce associate I had been talking to about everything in life was his DAD! Coincidence? I think not. GOD HAS A FUNNY WAY OF DOING THINGS LIKE THAT!!