I loved them and plowed through them on lazy summer days.
When I was sixteen my life was not full of a whole lot of turmoil but being a teen I definitely had my fair share of inner turmoil that I pretty much talked to no one about. It wasn't life or death stuff but more along the lines of self-doubt and confusion.
Then I was thrown into a new environment, Camp Dudley. It was just what I needed and in the end I ended up falling for the guy I least expected and found myself as much as I could for that time in my life.
Falling in love at sixteen was something I dreamed and fantasized about but didn't actually think would happen to me. But it did. I was blessed to cross paths with the boy who would become my future husband.
Yes, I married my high school sweetheart and guess what?
I love my choice.
I love that he still makes me feel sixteen and gives me butterflies like he is kissing me for the first time all over again.
I love that when I am 32 I will have already spent half of my life with him in it, already I have more memories with him, than without him.
I love that our relationship has an element of youthfulness to it.
I lucked out finding my husband when I was sixteen, I wasn't looking, it wasn't a plan but when a healthy relationship presented itself and made me challenge myself to become better in the best possible ways and made me feel comfortable with who I already was, man I held on to that opportunity.
I am so grateful I did.
Yesterday I celebrated three years of marriage to my husband, Kyle.