Married Life.

It's odd.

I'm 19 years old and married to the boy I fell in love with when I was 15.

He was my first kiss, my first everything; he will be my last.

He is Mexican and his family is so different from mine.

Not bad at all, I love them to death.

They are just not my weird little family.

We are from Mesquite, Texas and he joined the Air Force.

We got stationed in Cheyenne, Wyoming so far from home.
I am a wife now.
I clean and attempt to cook.
I love my garden I have started and am so proud.

I try to help him mow the yard.

Today I caught the Weedeater on fire.

Gotta love it.

I tried. I really did. I love our yard and it's amazing. It's my new hobby. I'm leaving tonight to go home to Texas. Seeing my family I love dearly, yet I just don't want to leave my home. This place is ours. We have cultivated it from blank walls the Military gave us to our home. Ours. No Mom. No Dad. Just Sarah and Frankie. Our few pieces of furniture I'm so happy.

-Sarah