An Early Beginning to a Happy Ever After

I got married young. At least, according to typical American standards. I was married just a few months before I turned twenty. And it seems that every time someone (not LDS) finds out that I'm already married and have a child, they freak. They tell me how crazy I am and that had they known me before, they would've talked me out of it.

I am 21 years old. Just a couple of decades under my belt and I have gone through more than most would in a lifetime. I know what it is to feel pain and sorrow and grief. I know how quickly life can be taken away. I know how fast time runs out. And even though I was married young, and even though we were blessed with a child sooner than planned, I am grateful for the time that I have. I can only wish and pray and hope that it won't be taken from me too early.

I dread these nights. The nights that I remember how it can slip away. The nights that seem to last forever.. but not in the good way. These nights haunt me. Luckily, they are few and far between. But when they come, they're terrifying. I hate thinking about how easy it is to loose someone but its reality. And we must remember it because otherwise we'd never take advantage of the time that we are given.

I got married young. Yes. But too early? How can you say that you married the love of your life TOO EARLY?! I wish I would have met TK earlier (and that I would have been ready for him). I wish we could have added a year onto this life of ours. Because thats just one more year I would have had to love him and cherish him. TK is my other half. Our son, my pride and joy. I am glad that we started this life of ours "early". I am grateful for each moment we have together.

Peace, Love, and CookieDough.