Here lately, I’ve been getting a lot of people asking me, “What’s it like being married so young?”
It’s really hard to describe what goes on in my head when I get asked that question, because basically they’re asking, “Why did you get married so young?”
And all I can come up with is, “Well, because I love my husband, and we wanted to share all of life’s adventures together.” But this seems like such a lame answer (maybe because it’s so short, I dunno).
(A little back story for ya. My husband and I met when we were fifteen, and have been together ever since. We got married at eighteen. We’re twenty-one now. I’ma let y’all do the math.)
I’m going to share something with y’all, in attempts to answer why I got married so young:
It’s Valentine’s Day; it’s a little after nine o’clock when I get home. Class ran a little over (totally called it), and that put me getting home a little later–not to mention the rain THAT JUST WOULDN’T STOP COMING DOWN ALL FREAKIN DAY had me driving slower than normal. My husband and I (me and my husband?) have spent six Valentine’s Day(s?) together (including this one), so I don’t really put high expectations on him to buy me anything special. I am the HARDEST person in the world to buy gifts for. I know this. It’s not some big shocker. I like what I like. The point is I know that I’m difficult, and I don’t expect Hunter (my husband) to go out in a frenzy, trying to succeed in finding something I will like. I don’t mind picking out my own things. It’s better this way. He doesn’t panic and I will, without a doubt, like my gift.
So with that being said, it’s moments like this that make me love my husband a little more than I already do. A couple of weeks prior to Valentine’s Day, he asked me what I wanted. I said, jokingly: “Chocolate covered strawberries (without the cream cheese filling, because ew), or the biggest thing of salsa you can find.” Of course, I’m going to say food, because hello…
I walked into our living room to this:
Hunter and I live and breathe Mexican food. Like, in high school, we were those broke kids that shared a Steven Special and paid in quarters and dimes (so sorry to the waiters who got tipped in quarters and pennies. We tried). As you can see, he got me a bean burrito and even shared a little of his Steven Special with me. He got me chocolates (that I will take a few bites off of each one and be done with, because that’s how I always eat chocolates). And finally, fake lilies (I despise real flowers, because you pay all that money and they just die. Fake flowers you can keep forever.)
Also, here’s the thing about Hunter: He is VERY literal. So when I said “the biggest thing of salsa you can find”, he literally went out and got me THREE of the biggest salsas a Mexican Restaurant would give him. (I know what you’re thinking: Why don’t you just make your own salsa? We’ve triiiied! It always comes out too green, too tomato-y, or disgusting. I’ve just accepted that we’re not cut out to make salsa.)
Now, if that’s not love, I dunno what is.
Did he have to do this? No. I would’ve been happy just coming home to him, and eating dinner with him. But he did. And the best part: he knows me. He knows I don’t like real flowers; he knows that I LOVE salsa; he knows my love for bean burritos. This is what I came home to. Nothing special or fancy. Just him.
And this is why we got married. To share moments like this with each other. Hunter is my best friend. The best part about marriage is that we could have a busy day and barely speak throughout it, but at the end of the day we get to come home and disappear in our happy little world where it’s just the two of us. It’s pure bliss.
I wish I could phrase it better, but there it is. Marriage (love) is amazing, scary, beautiful, frustrating, and wonderful all at the same time. Dont get me wrong, it’s not easy or awesome and amazing all the time. When you’re with someone for as long as Hunter and I have been together, it becomes something so much more. You work harder every day to be the best you can be for each other. You see the darker sides of each other; you learn how to forgive and communicate; you grow and continue to learn new things about one another.
I hope everyone in the world gets to experience this kind of love at least once in their life time.
Love is magical, y’all.
Don’t believe me. That’s fine.
You will the day you fall in love.
Well, that’s all I got for now. Hope this blog made you “awwww”, or realize how lucky you are if you have a person that knows and loves you.
Don’t take shit for granted. That’s my wise advice for the day.
Okay, my coffee needs a refill, and I’ve got a mountain of homework to do. *deep sigh*
Until next time.
Just a quick note: Next week, Hunter and I are going to a Twenty One Pilots concert! I’ll have a blog up on that experience for those of you give a crap. I’ll post pictures and write how emotional and ahhhmazing it was. So keep a look out! 🙂
Randi Garner 