Boy were we young.
I was 24 (SM was 27) when we married. It wasn't hard at all. He was then and still is...my best friend.
Time is a funny thing. I told SM that starting tomorrow I will have been Mrs R longer than I've been Miss H. We talked about how our childhood seemed to last forever.
Now that we're adults, time seems so fleeting. Trying to catch each precious moment. It's not enough. There's just not enough time in forever to be with you.
We laugh now because we hear ourselves talking just like "the old people" did at family get togethers. Gripping and complaining how the country's going down the tubes, discussing medications and health issues, searching for a bit of peace and quiet.
We've turned full circle.
24 kisses, baby.
Come and let us live my Dear,
Let us love and never fear,
What the sourest Fathers say:
Brightest Sol that dies today
Lives again as blithe tomorrow,
But if we dark sons of sorrow
Set; o then, how long a Night
Shuts the Eyes of our short light!
Then let amorous kisses dwell
On our lips, begin to tell
A Thousand, and a Hundred, score
An Hundred, and a Thousand more,
Till another Thousand smother
That, and that wipe off another.
Thus at last when we have numb'red
Many a Thousand, many a Hundred;
We'll confound the reckoning quite,
And lose ourselves in wild delight:
While our joys so multiply,
As shall mock the envious eye.