Many moons ago when we were both just kids...Me and my (now) husband both lived in England, in the same street. We were neighbors. Our brothers and sisters all hung out together, we all went to the same school. I had a HUGE almighty crush on him. I even had my very first kiss with him.....Aged 15, his mother met and married (my now father-in-law) who is in the American Military and they all moved to America. I never heard from my crush again.20 years later.... (and divorced for 4 years).... a FB friends request pops up... from you know who!!! He was also divorced with two children (I had no children from my first marriage).We fell in love immediately (yes... crazy to some), and we called each other a billion times a day. 9 months later I flew out to see him for the first time and we got engaged.I flew out another 2 times before finally tying the knot and the rest is history.We have now been together 6 years, and married for 4 year. Even now I wake up every day and it does not seem real at all. Both our first marriages were very unhappy, we feel thankful that we were both given a second chance. We are, without a doubt soul-mates. Maybe god had a plan for us all along. We talk about it all the time. We are best buddies, which I swear has to be the most important thing in a marriage (I most certainly did not have that in my first marriage).The most wonderful thing about the whole story is I got 3 for the price of 1, as I am step-momma to my gorgeous step-son who is 12 , and my equally gorgeous step-daughter who is 14. Its a real mind trip to think that the first person I ever kissed, is going to be the last person I ever kiss.