I was married to my best friend, my closest confidant, my first love!
I was barely 18 and he was 20. I was also 3 months preganant. We had been engaged for 4 months. It was strange wearing an engagement ring to highschool. My mom had asked me not to wear it to school, but I was so excited I just had to. [sorry mom, I def. can see more where you were coming from now! :)]
My fondest memory of the whole day was driving away to our hotel in another city, both of us laughing that it was finally over, we were finally married, and neither of us really had any idea what the heck was in store for us. I had NO IDEA how young we truly were. But my daughter is just 1 1/2 years younger than me when I was married and her boyfriend is 18. When I think of them getting married [this is just a thought, not anything going on!!!!] I just laugh and think "yea, right!" LOL
But here John and I are, 17 years later. Still best friends, still in love, still committed, still fighting the world it seems, and still laughing!
What God has joined together is glorious! I am married to my beloved.