I honestly cannot remember when I first met my husband. We were in the same 1st and 4th grade classes at Edison Elementary School in Gainesville, Texas, but attended the same Sunday School classes even before that. Since we grew up together as children, it's just not possible to remember a first meeting. From the 5th grade through high school, I attended school in a different city, following my teacher mom to where her job led us. This separation allows me that "first meeting" memory when I met Nate again as a teenager. I had attended church with my grandmother (at her request; my mom and step-dad took us to a different church at the time). Little did I know that my grandmother had arranged a meeting between my future husband and me. My husband entered the Army in June of 1993. I was there at his Commissioning Ceremony at West Point, just after graduation. We had been dating for five years at this point and were married in a beautiful milit...