Christina Soletti
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November 18, 2013
I met my sweetheart, Nate, in 2001. I fell head over heels in love with him. We dated for a while before he finally got down on one knee and begged asked me to marry him in 2003. I obliged and four short months later we were doing the below. Making a run for it!
We spent the next few years figuring out how to live with each other and thinking the first few years of marriage was the hard part.
We bought a cute little house, worked hard at our jobs, and I felt like it was time to start a family. It took a little longer to convince him of this fact. But he's a guy, and let's face it, the trying is fun.
I tried to relax for the first few months, but when those months turned into a year, I kinda started to panic. PANIC. PANIC.
I won't