|A few months ago in OBX, NC since we haven't taken any pictures of the two of us since then. Eeek!|
Our pant legs were wet and our feet were cold, but it couldn't have been more perfect.
I really love Steven. I love being freezing cold with him and blisteringly hot, I love being in crowded airports or on lone beaches. I love stressing out with him and I love feeling peace with him. I just really love him.
I was only nineteen when we got married and when people find out their eyebrows usually (and justifiably) shoot to their hairlines and I want to say
"I know, I know. Nineteen is so young."
And I mean, it is. To decide the person you want to be with for eternity when you're at the idiot age of nineteen seems like handing a baby a rocket launcher, at least, when I think about it logically.
But I'm not very logical, to be honest. There just wasn't any other option. I knew then and I know now that Steven is the very best person I have ever known and it's a privilege beyond words to be his best friend and spouse.
I don't feel like the prime of my life ended when I married him - I mean, your twenties, you know? The years when you're supposed to be figuring out who you are, making mistakes, having adventures. Well, I've done all of those things; I'd already had plenty of adventures and mistakes made long before I met Steven. But having him beside me these past five years has enriched every experience beyond anything I could have felt or done on my own.
"I'm young, but I'm yours."