weddingI did not have a typical wedding.
For one thing, my husband and I were both only 21 on the day we said "I do."
And for another, hiding under my empire-waist wedding gown was our daughter, five months old in-utero and just starting to make her presence known to me with some well-orchestrated butterfly kicks.
It's not the way I imagined my wedding day unfolding at all.
But I can honestly say that I have no regrets about my somewhat unconventional start into marriage.
I love being married. I love that I always have someone to share my day with, someone to cook with, and someone who, even after over five years of marriage, can still make my heart melt holding my hand while we take a simple walk after dinner.
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Of course now, looking back at our 21-year-old selves, I can't believe how young we were when we got married. And I will be the first to admit that we have definitely done a lot of growingRead More »from Young Love: Why I’m Glad I Got Married at 21