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Growing up, the only people I knew of who wore "camo" had service stripes on their sleeves. Now, I'm married to a woman who can watch a hunting show (apparently these are a thing) and tell me not only where and what they're hunting based purely on the camo worn, but as an added bonus can also inform me what the name of that camo is.
Growing up, I never drank coffee. I thought it was gross. Now ... hang on, I've gotta go make another pot ... right, where were we?
Growing up, I was always told that the fact my sisters made me watch movies like Love Comes Softly and Pride and Prejudice would make me a better husband. Now, I'm married to a woman whose favorite movies include The Mummy and Indiana Jones (pick one). And by favorite, I mean she can quote the whole thing.
Growing up, I was something of a legend in the world of two-hand touch street football on my cul-de-sac. Now, I'm married to a woman who ... I'm gonna stop right there before I get in too much trouble.
Growing up, I thought the fact I watched a few episodes of Star Trek with my dad made me a nerd. Now, I'm married to a woman who was pretty sure it was a felony that I had made it to 23 without seeing the original Star Wars films. (For the record, I didn't realize the acting in 4-6 could possibly be worse than 1-3. It is.)
Growing up, I was always fairly certain I would meet my future wife by rescuing her from a giant shark. Or the Taliban. Or a giant shark working for the Taliban. As it is, I met in her a college class - and a writing class, at that.
Growing up, I never imagined I would fall in love with and marry a girl from southern Ohio. But as we celebrate our one year anniversary today, I'm realizing that sometimes, the unexpected is better than anything you could have asked for. Life is funny like that.

Excellent post. Your brother-in-law would be proud of your wife's camo knowledge.
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