8th grade

Only 3 more years till I could drive.
Only 5 more years till I graduate high school, and then go to college.
13 more years till I marry the love of my life.

8th grade was a mess. We were almost in high school. High school would be the real test. Soccer took up most of my free time. She had her art classes and babysitting. But we made it work. She would stay for my practices, watch me play, and do her homework. She never missed a game. I could always look at the stands and she would be there wearing my extra jersey.

My girl in my jersey.

I will always be the one that's lucky to have her.