My life was the Classic Story for so long. Before it became a Story of Living. 

Girl grows up in a happy home, shades of Little House in the Big Woods and Little Women abound, from cutting and stacking firewood to raising livestock, to having four sisters who put on holiday plays and started literary clubs. 

Girl meets Boy, it’s love at first sight with just enough Austenesque intrigue thrown in that we had to fight for it. 

Girl and Boy marry and happily settle in my beloved California. (Boy is from Alabama, but has quickly acclimated.)

Two kids (Boy and Girl) and a dog. First house. Two cars. Our lives were a Classic Story. 

Six years in, we were given the news that our Story had an unexpected twist. That’s when we started truly Living a Life Story. 

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