Our Story...Where it Began

Demetrius and I have an interesting story as to how we became "Mr and Mrs. Carter". Some of you may know it, some may know bits and pieces and some may not know it all. So for the next few days we would like to share with you how the Lord put the two of us together.



Demetrius: It’s funny that my father said he was going to have my cousin write a book about our love story. He has as much to do with this story than I do. A couple of major life events had to happen for this story to even be a story. First off, I am from Greenwood, Mississippi. I always talk about my childhood with my wife. I didn’t necessarily have the best childhood as far as those things go. My parents divorced when I was 9, and I ended up staying with my mother after the separation. After 3 years of witnessing poverty and drug abuse first hand, my life took a drastic turn. My mother decided to move to Texas without me. I packed what little clothes I had and walked to my grandmother’s house. For whatever reason, this story doesn’t involve me moving in with my father at this point. I really can’t remember the details of that mishap.
The first major event that served as a catalyst to this story was my grandmother succumbing to the effects of diabetes. The second event was the decision for me to move to Little Rock after my granmother’s death. At that point, I felt alone as I had lost the only person that I thought cared about me. I had had enough of the Mississippi experiment. I had felt my life slipping down a slippery slope. I was hanging out with the wrong people and partaking in things that I shouldn’t have. I felt this was a great opportunity to start over. That summer(1995), my life was relocated to Arkansas. Arkansas always had this mysterious cleanliness to it (I use to visit every summer). It felt like a foreign country (a stark contrast to where I grew up). The cleanliness became the metaphor for my new start. That summer, my aunt and cousin took up the task of figuring out where I would be attending junior high school. It was between Forest Heights, Horace Mann, and Dunbar. Needless to say, I ended up at Forest Heights. Now you see where this story is going...



Jazmin: I was born and raised in Little Rock, AR. My parents divorced when I was 12. A lot of people did not know my parents divorced unless I told them because the remained very good friends. My childhood was pretty good. I loved spending time with family, reading, and school (I am somewhat of a nerd). I also had a huge infatuation with Usher. Between church activities and school; my life stayed pleasantly busy. It was only natural that when I would enter Jr. High school that I would attend the school where my dad taught. It was at Forest Heights that I would meet the man that God chose to be my husband...