Savannah and I went to high school together, and since our days as Tomcats much has changed. She is now a 23-year-old step-mom to 9-year-old twin boys. And her husband is currently serving in Afghanistan. Oh, and she just joyfully discovered that she is pregnant for the first-time. If this isn't a mother with some stories to tell, I don't know who is.
Readers, please meet Savannah:
"I was 17 and freshly out of high school when he walked into my friend’s basement, only having been back from Iraq a few days and wearing a t-shirt that said, “Nothin’ But Trouble”. I should have known that was the day I laid eyes on my future husband, Captain Nick Palmer.
We shied away from each other for a few years, him being an unsure 25-year-old single father of twin boys, and me not being of legal age to actually date him. However, fate ran its course in the end. That same night I met Nick, I also laid eyes on the twins for the first time as they were sleeping in their cribs. I remember saying, “They’re ADORABLE!” I never would have dreamed that in a few short years they would be calling me “Mom.”
Soon after, I headed off for college and the care-free life of a co-ed. Then over Thanksgiving break in 2006 I ran into “Trouble” again. That was it for me! He asked me on a date that night and in what seemed to be no time at all we were married on June 27, 2008. It was off to Fort Knox immediately to make our first home.
The transition from a party-hopping college student to a military wife and mother of two 6-year-olds wasn’t as easy as I expected. I had my share of bad moments: tears over the washing mashing overflowing with bubbles because I used too much soap (unfortunately, that wasn’t a one time occurrence), calling my mom and step-mom nightly for tips on how to cook, trying to navigate around a military post, and getting nasty glances from the nurses at Ireland Army Community Hospital when they did the math on what age I would have been when the twins were born.
My friends were hours away, there was no family nearby, and I had a panicked feeling that at times was hard to shake. On the other hand, seeing my husband every evening after work, getting beautiful bouquets of sticks, leaves, grass and weeds from adoring little boys, and walking with a little hand in each of mine on our way to their first-grade classrooms provided the incentives to keep me pushing through the growing pains.
Fast forward almost three years and four homes later and here we are. I’m now a 23-year-old stay-at-home mom. The twins will be finishing 3rd grade in a few short weeks and are involved in every sport possible. We have a dog named Roxanne who could give “Marley” a run for his money. Nick has been deployed to Afghanistan since May of last year, and thanks to his recent 2 week leave, we’re now 8 weeks pregnant. My how things change!
Just when I’ve mastered house-hold chores, teacher meetings, and juggling this circus we call home, a whole new chapter in my life awaits. Things are tough, especially at a young age and with my husband and “battle buddy” on the other side of the world, but obviously I’m often up for a challenge."