There are a few things I know to be sure in life: God is real, my Mom is the most selfless person I’ve ever met, I’ve been blessed with a husband I don’t deserve, and His plans are always better.
If it had been up to me, I would have spent the entirety of my formative years in Richmond Heights, Ohio in a small three-bedroom ranch house. I would have graduated from Richmond Heights High School, and inevitably, like most other grads, went on to Ohio State. However, instead of living in the same home collecting memories with the same group of friends for 18 years, over the course of our childhood, my sisters and I were forced to go to two elementary schools, two middle schools, and two high schools. And after that, all three of us even went to two colleges!
Isn’t that nuts? Continue reading