The Story of Me: Part 1

My story begins with two sixteen-year-olds ... kids, really, who had no understanding of how the decisions they made could possibly unfold.  And yet, thirty-nine years later those two kids are still together and have watched their own three children grow up and have children of their own.

My parents were young, very young, and lived in a very conservative southeastern Missouri town. Together my parents sat in a local restaurant and made the decision to make the wedding their parents had determined would occur become a marriage they determined would work.  And so on April 2, 1971, Sue Reagan became Mrs. Terry Buster ... I was there, though not showing in their wedding pictures.  :)

On a Sunday morning, six months later, October 3, 1971, I was born at Dunklin County Memorial Hospital in Kennett, Missouri.  The same hospital where my mother had been born 17 years earlier and where both my brothers would also enter the world a few years later.

My paternal grandfather was a pastor and announced to his church - and to the local radio listeners - that he had become a grandfather that very morning.   While I am certain that both sets of my grandparents had much different plans for my parents' lives, it is without any doubt I can say I was a dearly loved baby.

My name is incredibly special ... Teri, after my daddy; Lynne, the feminine version of Lee which is the middle name of both my grandfathers.  What a special gift to be named for these three men ... who, until I met my husband Scott, were the only men who ever really mattered to me.   Each of them a strong person with deep faith that manifested in differing manner.

And so ... my life began ... not in the most ideal manner by most social standards but certainly filled with more love and doting family members than any child could ever imagine.

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