Sixteen years ago Emily and I were married. I joke and say that it seems like much longer than that. I know that sounds bad and that’s the joke part of it, but in another way, it’s a good thing too. We were married right out of college (only weeks after graduation). We actually met the first day of classes in our freshman year and started dating 6 months later so we’ve been together for a long time…in fact, we’ve been together longer than we haven’t.
Anyhow, the other part of it seeming like we have been together for a long time is that we grew up together in a way. We were still kids and had no idea about anything. We shared so many of the really cool things about transitioning into adulthood (we shared the crappy things too of course). I guess sharing all that makes us just feel timeless…like we’ve always been together. That’s just super comforting (now that we’re all growed up and such).
I have done my share of really stupid stuff (that also seems timeless…it just never stops) but Emily seems to ride through the storms without too many frying-pan-against-Warren’s-head moments. I wasn’t sure at first, but I am sure now that I want the maximum…16 years to life!