We knew we wanted to get married, and one day we kind of looked at each other and were like "what legitimate reason is there to wait besides social expectations?" I graduated in June, turned 18 in November, and we got married in January so we could keep the same anniversary. It's been five years now.
It feels like it's always been me and David going on adventures and getting up to s—. We're partners, in every sense. We've been through unemployment, college classes, living under the poverty line, working two jobs and sixty hours, depression, sickness, hospital stays, the death of our first child, and now the birth of our second child is only 8 weeks away. We fit a lot of living into 5 years, and the rest of our lives will likely prove just as interesting. I've known him since I was 14.
We're salt and pepper.
