First Comes love, then comes baby??

First off, this is me and my little family. From left to right. Jesus, the man of my dreams (and sometimes beautiful nightmares) Brooklyn, my little devil I mean sweet angel. (she has hit those terrible twos full force)! And me Cassaundra (The woman of Jesus's dreams)

How we met?
I met Jesus through a mutual friend, no actually that is a lie. I met Jesus from his ex girlfriend! Yup I am one of those horrible girls who dates their friends ex's(sarcasm)...  but really I did. I did not like Jesus at first because of all the horrible "stories" I heard but turns out he really is not that bad :) then sometime later I met Jesus again through a mutual friend. We started hanging out weekly, then it turned into daily (nightly is more like it).

People always say you should let the guy pursue you. Well I got tired of doing that, I threw so many hints at Jesus it became a bit ridiculous. I was basically screaming in his face "HELLO, I LIKE YOU"

We had this place in Yorba Linda "our spot", that we would always go to. It has a beautiful view you can see from Yorba Linda to Irvine. One night as I was getting ready to drop Jesus off at home, he told me to stop because he forgot something at our spot. He lied, he turned down the radio and grabbed my hand (at least that's how I remember it) and said "Do you want to be my girl?" I laugh at this now... This was during his underground hip hop days. So on September 11, 2007 at about 12:01am we officially became boyfriend and girlfriend. We both ran home and hurried up to change the status of relationship on our MySpace. Seriously.

Well a little fast forward...
I had a bunch of family drama going on (sorry mom, and dad) and started to frequently stay over at Jesus' house. Days became into weeks, weeks became into months. Sometime in January 2008 I "officially" moved into Jesus' parents house. However, I still have a crap load of stuff at my parents house, and in storage. Some where there my dad told me how he was worried because he knew I would become pregnant, and sure enough about 2 months later I found out I was pregnant with Brooklyn. 
Then there was lunch with my mom to tell her I was preggers, and the dreaded phone call to my dad. I was supposed to tell him in person, but he guessed what I wanted to talk to him about. So there was no point.

Then talks with my parents and Jesus' parents about marriage... Which brings me to the point of this blog.