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My husband and I got married relatively young.  We had known one another since we were kids, and started dating in high school.  He proposed the summer after our first year of college, and we got married the following one.  Both of us were still paying for school.  I took classes in the evenings at the community college, and he was an engineering student working toward his Bachelors of Science at MSU.  I worked full time to pay the bills, but we had to be very careful with our cash; there wasn’t much extra.  We didn’t buy name brands, or pay for cable TV, or buy magazines. There also wasn’t much “free” time.  Between work, housework and school, pretty much every minute was occupied.  But I was okay with that, because I was sure that just over that college mountain was a vast open field of leisure time.  I just had to work hard to get there.   When we had been married for a little over a year and half we learned that we were expectin...

  If you’ve actually read the first half-dozen or so posts on this blog, then (thank you for sticking with me and) it probably makes sense for me to share a little more about who I am.  I’ll take a few minutes to do that today… I’m a member of that sliver-of-a-generation that grew up after computers became a household luxury, but before the internet was more than a glorified encyclopedia.  I knew the dial-up tone as something other than a retro sound-byte.  I trekked the Oregon Trail, and died of dysentery.  I blew up the stupid Lemmings when I ran out of patience.  I had the OG Nintendo when it was still new.  And yes, I did try to shoot the Duck Hunt dog.   I was born and raised in 1980s rural mid-Michigan, in a town so small that it had to buddy up with the next one over just to collect enough kids for a school district.  The high school itself was in the middle of a sprawling corn field, surrounded by thousands of acres of farms and ...