Finally...

Tomorrow is my last day of high school. I can't believe it. It feels like much more than just four years. I've been through hell and back, laughed, cried, had the worst and the best times. Let's reminisce, shall we?

Freshman Year: I'm sure someday I'll look back and think I looked ridiculous, but for now I maintain that I've got swag.


Sophomore Year: The Rise of the Hipster.
I made those boots. Altered that dress. Earned my seamstress merit badge.


Junior Year: The Year of the Whale.
At my baby shower, hugely pregnant. This picture kind of reminds me of paparazzi.


Now here I am, having somehow made it through these last four years.


Nothing happened the way I planned, but I guess that's how life usually is. I've laughed, lived, loved, and grown up. Even when faced with the daily (or hourly) challenges of being a teen mum and married before I even graduated from high school (who would've guessed? not me), I wouldn't change any of it, not for the world. Through the heartache, the stress, the loves and the losses, I got this:


And it was so worth it. She's worth it.
Some people look down on me, and still others actually feel sorry for me... but I'm happy, happier than I ever could've been without her and Mack in my life. This may not be the path I thought I wanted, but it's the one I know I needed.
"I may not have gone where I intended to go, but I think I have ended up where I needed to be."
Besides, if I had not become a teen parent, I probably would've spent my senior year with my BFF J.D.


Cheers.