Y2K, we were all okay.
Where was I when the decade began?
I was a junior at Wheaton North High School. I lived at 2066 Childs Ct. in Wheaton, Illinois. I drove a 1993 white Buick Centry, that previously belonged to my late, great Uncle Ralph. I was 16 going on 17. I wore my WN Dance Team uniform to school on Fridays. On weekends, you would find me at the football games or basketball games, hanging out with friends, driving around finding somthing to do, getting coffee at Starbucks, or working at Egg’lectic Cafe. I didn’t have a cell phone. I didn’t own a computer.
I was a new Christian.
I was dating Kyle McClure, a real stand up guy and my first quality relationship. His mom would remain one of the more influential women in my life and still a dear friend.
I had not yet met Emily Casey, who would be the Maid of Honor at my wedding and my best friend for the better part of the decade.
I didn’t know all the glorious things the decade would have in store for me: falling in love, moving to Florida, getting married to the most amazing man, and as the decade came to a close, the adventure of motherhood. I honestly couldn’t have dreamed of a better ten years. Looking forward to what the next ten have in store.