When my husband and I were in premarital counseling, we were told that most important thing we could do would be to tell our story. How we met. How we came to be. Who we were before. What it is like now. Our story was key to remember. At first we told our story only to each other but now we tell the people we meet and I tell people who come to my blog. I can't help but smile when I hear a story that is similar to ours (my F-i-L got "high on Jesus" after years of using and M-i-L had her own family's insanity to deal with).  The stories that shape our parents shape our own lives in unexpected ways.