I fear I'm turning into one of those cranky old ladies who turns up her nose at most crazy, carefree teenagers. For a split second, whenever I see some brace-faced giggly girl clinging on the cardigan of some skinny, pimply faced boy, I begin to roll my eyes. Until I stop. And think, how old are these kids? They must be about the same age I was when I first spotted Phil, with his bleached out hair and grinning tanned face appear over the stairs on the first morning of my 10th grade year of highschool. My friend and I immediately looked at each other. Fresh meat! We were both thinking it. But fortunately, she had her eyes on the other new boy. Phil was mine. Alll mine.
Of course, on that day over ten years ago, I had no idea we would be married and starting a family together in 2012. But here we are. A couple of young married folks who work hard every day to consider one another in love, to carve out time in our busy schedules for date nights, and to grow as individuals alongside each other. And it almost didn't turn out that way. I remember the advice my dad gave me when Phil and I considered going separate ways after high school. He said, finding your partner in life isn't about finding the best person for you. There will always be someone out there better than Phil in one way or another. You have to decide you are going to commit to him or not. That's what love it about. Pretty heavy stuff to tell an 18 year-old, right? But really, is anyone ever too young to understand love? That's what I try remember when I see puppy love walk into the coffee shop doors. They're just a couple of kids, but then again, so are we. And I hope we stay that way forever.
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