Jessica, 23, married, Mama to one beautiful baby!
Jessica was the # 1 baby name is both the 1980′s and the 1990′s. That’s 20 years. Despite having a ridiculously common name, most people would not describe me as common. Thank goodness. Let’s start at the beginning (relatively speaking, of course).
I was born in Germany. This is the beginning to a long, long, long story. I have no desire to go into intimate detail about every place I lived in the 18 years following my birth. I will say that I have moved more times that I can count on my hands. Lots of states, and a few foreign countries as well. I’ll get to the important one though.
When I was 14 my family moved to Germany. I thought it was the end of the world. I cried, a lot. I had left my friends, my high school, and my boyfriend in Georgia. This move was probably a pivotal point in my life though. I got my heart broken for the first time, which really influenced who I am today, in almost every aspect of my life.
In 10th grade I had a fabulous group of friends. There was Chrissy, who was also my maid of honor in my wedding, and B-man. Stop.
Brandan Reed. He spells his name wrong. He plays the drum. He had an awful hair cut in high school, but was the kindest, most thoughtful guy I had ever met. He asked me to prom. I said no (and then yes, and then no….).
We were in band together, as well as the school play. He played Scrooge, while I played Belle, his fiancée that he neglected for riches.
I fell in love , but like the girl I am, never said a word, and thus B-man went off to college while I finished up High School.
Fast forward three years>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>>
Summer of 2008. B-man is home in Northern Virginia on summer break. I was home packing up my things so I could move to Utah and find a husband. Tennessee just wasn’t cutting it, and my ovaries were getting anxious. When ever we were both home, we would try to hang out. The summer before we’d gone to see a movie, on another break we’d gone swimming together, once we drove to Charlottesville just to hang out with another friend. Just friends. There was nothing different about this visit. He stayed all day. He stayed for dinner. It was late. My Mama said he could spend the night and I could drive him North in the morning. We settled in to watch a movie.
We sat closer.
I shouldn’t have to explain what happens after poof because it’s the same thing that happens when two people sit in a tree together. It was followed by confusion, more… sitting… and a decision that we could date. For the summer. Only. I was moving to Utah, remember? I agreed, it would be nice to oil up the un-used dating gears before high tailing it to Utah to find me a husband.
Important things happen on couches. In case you haven’t figured it out… I didn’t make it to Utah. A week after we started dating, we decided to get married. I mean, literally… a week. We were at his brother’s house for Memorial Day weekend, just talking. Talking about life, and school, and what we wanted to do for forever.
And you know what happened? I couldn’t see forever with out him. And I guess he felt the same way. When the awkward pause at the end of important conversations was done, I said “So I guess that means we’re getting married.” and from that point on, there was no question – I was going to spend the rest of forever with the best man on earth.
The rest is pretty straight forward:
Brandan graduated before our wedding with a degree in Computer Science (minored in Math… nerd…) and he writes computer programs for the Navy.
I graduate from the University of Tennessee in December of 2010 while 2.5 months pregnant.
After graduation my husband and I moved to Virginia to be closer to our extended family when we welcomed our new baby girl.
Ginny was born in July, 2011. To read more about my experience the story starts here!
My passions are music, dogs, my family, special education and living to be happy.
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