Blake is three years younger than me.  Never in my wildest dreams, did I think I would ever marry someone younger than me. I’ve always been considered “mature for my age” and thought I would most likely marry someone older than me, or at least my own age. But, as a good friend used to always tell me: “if you want to hear God laugh, tell him your plans”.  From age 18 through 25 I had been in a series of crappy relationships and had spent a good amount of time being single. I was discouraged and frustrated—all I had ever wanted was to have a family of my own. …